An Open Letter To Eris.
Sep. 5th, 2006 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catsidheFor fuck's sake, Eris, just fuck the fuck off and fucking stop fucking with me, you fucking Bitch.
I get it, you're testing me. So STOP, already!
FUCK!
Because you're not only testing me, you're tormenting my family. And once you count Anne, and the other thing, and now Harley, that still leaves two crises that you're planning to drop on us. Just send a fucking SMS or something.
If there's something you want to get off your chest, then email me, or write it on the inside of my pineal gland, or send me the hallucination of an erudite chimp in a bowling alley or something. This other shit isn't teaching me anything, it's just fucking me and mine around.
Seriously. Stop it.
I get it, you're testing me. So STOP, already!
FUCK!
Because you're not only testing me, you're tormenting my family. And once you count Anne, and the other thing, and now Harley, that still leaves two crises that you're planning to drop on us. Just send a fucking SMS or something.
If there's something you want to get off your chest, then email me, or write it on the inside of my pineal gland, or send me the hallucination of an erudite chimp in a bowling alley or something. This other shit isn't teaching me anything, it's just fucking me and mine around.
Seriously. Stop it.
