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Dear fate, if I’m trying to update something please do not:
-have me wake up to mom shouting, “They’re going to kick us out! There’s URINE coming out of your window! I’m having a heart attack”. Just what. I- how on earth can there be-… yeah lots of question marks here. Long story short, it wasn’t piss. And yeah the story is pretty much too wtf to go into.
-have my hosting company send me a bill the day before I finish the site.
-have my domain name send me a bill before I finish the site.
-be stranded by closet boy and pretty much be fucked on cash because he doesn’t have enough of a spine to get his last check.
-not even be able to eat at my job because someone ate all the employee food.
-make my DSL modem cut out every five minutes for a few days.
-have the lazy-ass bitch Sequoia show up so late that one of the clients at the house goes fucking nuts and decides that chomping my hair is the best way to get his gameboy back.
-let my internal organs rebel for so long. This post is already TMI, I’m not going into any further details.
-have mom revert to her old “if we have things fixed to a livable level, they’ll kick us out” mode. Since apparently every cent I earned so far has been taken by mom, I’d at least like to have food and an apartment that doesn’t resemble en experiment in entropy.
-and lastly, even if you, fate feel that these things need to occur; please please please don’t put mom into kabuki-actor type hysterics. I’m quite sure that up there it looks funny, but for me it’s just the last little droplet of excrement on an already bad couple of days.
To conclude; Fate if you insist on doing these things to me for whatever reason, at least let me be able to take it out on someone who deserves it. Or Yanno, give me a chance to break some shit that nobody cares about.
-have me wake up to mom shouting, “They’re going to kick us out! There’s URINE coming out of your window! I’m having a heart attack”. Just what. I- how on earth can there be-… yeah lots of question marks here. Long story short, it wasn’t piss. And yeah the story is pretty much too wtf to go into.
-have my hosting company send me a bill the day before I finish the site.
-have my domain name send me a bill before I finish the site.
-be stranded by closet boy and pretty much be fucked on cash because he doesn’t have enough of a spine to get his last check.
-not even be able to eat at my job because someone ate all the employee food.
-make my DSL modem cut out every five minutes for a few days.
-have the lazy-ass bitch Sequoia show up so late that one of the clients at the house goes fucking nuts and decides that chomping my hair is the best way to get his gameboy back.
-let my internal organs rebel for so long. This post is already TMI, I’m not going into any further details.
-have mom revert to her old “if we have things fixed to a livable level, they’ll kick us out” mode. Since apparently every cent I earned so far has been taken by mom, I’d at least like to have food and an apartment that doesn’t resemble en experiment in entropy.
-and lastly, even if you, fate feel that these things need to occur; please please please don’t put mom into kabuki-actor type hysterics. I’m quite sure that up there it looks funny, but for me it’s just the last little droplet of excrement on an already bad couple of days.
To conclude; Fate if you insist on doing these things to me for whatever reason, at least let me be able to take it out on someone who deserves it. Or Yanno, give me a chance to break some shit that nobody cares about.
