i’m not asking the questions, i’m not demanding the answers now
Friday, May 30th, 2003an open letter to all those motherfuckers:
man, you’re so gonna get it someday. yeah, you four assholes that broke into my sister’s house and took every piece of electronic equipment; two tvs, two dvd players, 300-disc cd changer, stereo receiver, tivo, laptop, desktop computer, digital camera, the jewelry you snagged, that platinum ring that my sister made, those earrings my mom gave her on her fucking wedding day, and even got a little more petty by taking the stupid wine. this is a hex, and the hex is on you. you’re going to drink that wine and do something stupid. i’m not saying i want it to happen, but i am saying that it will.
you, that bitch whore of a so-called fucking principal that called to transfer ali from her school because she refused to bow down to your bureacratic bullshit rules and self-serving attitude, you’ll get it too. don’t think that neglecting your students and faculty and choosing to focus on getting ahead in your career isn’t going to bite you in the ass in the future. you’ll see, and although i won’t be there to see it, i’m not afraid to admit that i’ll have a good chuckle when i hear that you’re burning in your own personal little hell. i’m going to get high off the fucking fumes.
all right, all right, enough foaming at the mouth. it’s friday, it’s time to let all that shit slide off your back and down through the drain. right now, it’s really 11:59, i’ve got a minute to finish this post and get it done so that i keep with my post a day resolution. i’ve got sleep to catch up on sleep (yeah, you can catch up on sleep, smart-ass), and you’ve got shit to do. so do it. have a good one.








