vw, I'm so sorry.
Vortex, I will happily stabbinate any people who are rude to you.
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vw, I'm so sorry.
Vortex, I will happily stabbinate any people who are rude to you.
Vortex, can you get your revenge in some way? require them to fulfill every single little requirement (academia has so many of them) before you let them proceed to the next step? obstruct them at every point? THWART THEM!
Vortex, I hope your reply made them feel like the douchenozzles they are.
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{{Vortex}}
->asshats
When my dad died, I changed my voicemail and email autoresponse to say that I'd had a family emergency and would be out of the office indefinitely. I have had at least three people (only two of them students) send an accusatory or abrupt second email or call saying that they have not heard from me.
Wow, Vortex. That takes a really special brand of entitled asshole. I'm sorry you have to deal with them on top of everything else.
Wow, Vortex. That's hideous.
2008. Yeah. Bored now.
{{vw}}
Vortex, please please please tell me you ripped them a new one. Because that is totally crap.
Vortex, if you like I will deal with all of the insensitive boors who are troubling you.
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vw, I am very sorry for your loss.
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Trudy! Happy birthday! And happy birthday to Kara, one of my favorite babygoths!
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... nope, I don't have anything other than that. If any of you see my motivation, please tell it to come home.
Jilli, you and Plei are infiltrating my daughter again. She threw a fit at Target the other night. She wanted the stripey tights, but they were way too big for her. She didn't like this and screamed, "BUT I NEED THE STRIPEY TIGHTS! I NEEEEEEEEEEEED THEM, MOMMY! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE??!?!?!"
I've been in hiding for a couple of days, but coming out to {{{vw}}} and hope that Vortex took a chainsaw sans lube to certain orifices of overentitled jackasses and add my voice to the FUCK CANCER chorus and offer ~ma and hugs and gropes and pats to all those who need.
Oh, and Aims, apparently some enterprising theatre-goer snapped some pics of your boy doing the Full Monty, frontal version on stage. They're over at Perez Hilton's blog, apparently.