19th of August 2005
i'm writting this now outside the office of one of the teachers i'm ment to be seeing to get into a studio. This would be the 4th time that i've come to see her with an appointment and shes not been here, clearler her reasons of 'got to help my daughter get ready for college' its good enough so that she can make appointments and then skip them to go shopping. Well fuck you, its a 1.2km walk from where i'm living to your fucking office, and you've made me come here 4 times in a row, wait for at least an hour before getting some sort of email saying opps totally forgot, well opps your a total fuckwit, how the fuck you manage to keep your job is beyond me, but if i was your boss i'd fucking drop kick you off the building so you can go shopping with your daughter. And really, shes going to a university, i'm sure she can get her own shit, i mean fucking hell, you live here, in this country, its not that hard to pack everything into some suite cases and put them in a car and drive to the fucking place. what shopping is there to do? what you're going to buy her a fucking house aswell. Speaking of buying houses that would be pretty cool, to buy a house and just live in it instead of living with other people.
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