Let me bitch in peace...

The BBQ Pit
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bitch
whine
grown

: harumph :

Life sucks.

I have mono.

I have 6 courses this term.

I have just lost two key paragraphs to my thesis because MicroFuckinSoftFuckingWord fuckin’ crashed.

My mother thinks I’m her personal typist again today. “Could you type this for me, it won’t take long, and I need it for tomorrow morning…” ::::drops stack of papers on my desk and walks off to go read the latest Harry Potter novel:::::::

I can’t go skiing because of the fuckin’ mono - I could rupture my spleen.

I have a fuckin’ paper due Friday.

Every fuckin’ person in this fuckin’ family / extended-family thinks I’m their personal computer technician and that I’m on call 24/7.

Oh, and I just ran out of aspirin. (“Oh, I’m sorry honey, I took the last two for my headache… well I’ll get some more tomorrow…”)

Fuuuuuuuck fuckedee fuck fuck fuck. (hmmmm this is theraputic. “fuck!” What a nice ring it has to it. “fuck fuck fuck fuck…”)

Yeah yeah, I know, it could be worse. Much much worse.

Well, to all those who need me to do something for them for the next 3 months: SCREW YOU GUYS, I’M GOING HOOOOOME…
:::::stomps away muttering to herself and explodes into a puff of smoke::::::::

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The fever made me do it!

That should read groan, not grown.

Ah, and fuck seling strait to hell to. And gramer. Yah.

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Hope you feel better soon… :frowning:

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:eek:

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Were this MPSIMS I’d have a stupid urge to commiserate, tell about my bout with mono, and hug you. Since it ain’t I don’t have to be nice. I’ll just leave you to your sulk.

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aie-aie.

Bitch away.

Your cause is obviously just, so you may go ahead. Your license to bitch is on it’s way.

Just send me a check for $49.95 to cover Dylan’s bitch tax. :smiley: (oh I’m going to pay for that one)