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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, October 29, 2001

Jesus fuck! They have gone and made one of the most irresponsible, least approachable, most obnoxious, least respectful and generally fucking moronic gits in college a goddamn tutor.

(Jett, you say I don't swear enough any more? That's just because I haven't had anything good to rant about for ages.)

Why, WHY in God's name, would you make tutor a nitwit who doesn't respect others. Doesn't respect them, their property, their privacy, their space. The sodding bastard thinks nothing of just wandering into someone's room if they're not there and borrowing something. You're going to give him a motherfucking masterkey?? You fuckwits!

AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!

Now that I have vented this, I'm off to write a much more eloquent, erudite and hopefully persuasive letter to the (not-much)esteemed principle of this establishment, begging him to regain his sanity and rethink this fucking stupid decision.

Oh, but at least they gave a tutorship to Je. So obviously they had one moment of clarity within their morass of idiocy.

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