After a great day, I get back home to this email from the president of a club I’m a part of. It was in regards to registering to a convention I’m supposed to be going to later in the fall.
Since I can’t really retaliate in person since she’s off on vacation, I decided to rant here. So,
what are you doing?
in fact, what is going on with this section of the book?
burning dress, rituals and tiny humans. what is this fuckery?
i imagine cinna looks like this
onch from that paris hilton show on mtv.
are you @&$%$&@)~)$@#()%&*$#($##$^)#*#()@ kidding me?!
if there’s 15 feet of snow, there’s GOING to be snow there for a while.
geez, why do you even try to talk to me?
waiting 3+ months after becoming a drunk creeping and saying i have a “lovely voice” for singing lullabies does not make it okay for you to talk to me now.
please…. no more creepers…
i want to have a normal college life.