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guts and garters

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

Saturday, August 31, 2002

I feel the need to rant for a minute. Avert your eyes if you're sensitive.

What the fuck is wrong with people at this college? They can't donate 1 fucking hour of their fucking precious time to showing prospective residents around the place? It's down to the point where it's just me - me who has a thesis that's about a month behind schedule, me who has done it for four fucking years already, me who signed up to do her bit and has ended up doing the bit of fourteen other people as well.

Fuck you all. You make me sick. With your privilege and your whinging and your designer fucking apathy that you wear just to hide the fact that you're fucking hollow. You are no one. You are nothing. You are pathetic. You don't have to care. You just have to have a little fucking consideration and fucking do it.

Fuck you. And the little dog you rode in on.

(It's safe to come out now.)

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