Shit I didn't say:
Do NOT try to blame this on me. You asked me for the contact information and I provided it. It is way too late to claim that you asked me to contact the people, ESPECIALLY since I asked a question about the event a week ago (like the fucking location, which you omitted from the invitation that you sent me), and you said POINT BLANK that you would "send a revised email to all of the appropriate groups". And even if you want to try to twist that around that you were sending it out to be distributed, you must not have thought that I was sending out the info, because you didn't send me the revised invite! This is your fuckup, don't try to drag me into it!
Shit I Didn't Say:
Stop.
No, seriously, stop. Shut up.
I said shut up!
God, who cares?!
Fuckin' douchenozzle. That's right: Douche. Nozzle.
I couldn't give less of a shit on a low residue diet.
Okay, I was wrong. I could give less of a shit.
God, seriously, how do you get through your day without forgetting to breathe or accidentally strangling yourself while attempting to tie your shoes?
Fuck. Off. Fuck off. Fuckoff. Fuckofffuckofffuckoff.
Have a pleasant day.
suddenly my day seems much brighter by comparison.
I took this teeny tiny pill yesterday for my rash. Today I feel like a took a giant bong rip just before work. Still, the only person who is annoying me is myself.
Antihistimines will do that to you Laga.
Shit I didn't say
Vortex, my file of these things is vast.
I couldn't give less of a shit on a low residue diet.
I think I need to appropriate this sentence.
Antihistimines will do that to you Laga
but it's so tiny! I'm glad I only have to be on them for six more days. And truthfully: fog-bound is better than itchy.
The wild parrots are back. I love their gleeful chitter-chatter.
