The Aftertaste

After the first tastes of freedom comes the realization, the embracing, and the discovery that one cannot truly be free. That, my friends, is the aftertaste

Awhile ago I was really happy with myself, remember?

I don't usually post two times in a day but I really have to now to release all this... hate.

I hate my Stat 101 prof.  She is a horrible ogre.  Any resemblances between her and human beings are purely coincidental.  I hate her I hate her I hate her.

I explained what happened.  I begged her to take back those absences.  I mean, hey, I attended her class, just not at the right time, and I did sign attendance.  I asked her in front of my classmates.  They all saw me humiliated.

She just looked straight into my eyes, and said, "Di ako naniniwala sa iyo."

[And this is where I go into a huge hissy fit.  I scream and pull her frizzy hair out and rip out whatever organ is in the place where her heart should be, and I tell her that she should [toot!] herself and that I know that she has no friends, and no boyfriend, and will never have friends or a boyfriend, because she's an ogre and there's no-one who would want to be with her, not even Shrek or the troll under the bridge from the three billy goats gruff story and now I'm hyperventilating.]

Ooooh I hate her.

The things I'm imagining about her are evil.  Purely evil.  (And may be disturbing for young audiences. Parental guidance is advised.)

posted by: donyaquixote at 07:00 | link | comments (1) |

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#1  28 June 2006 - 07:06

 

Weee! I have those thoughts too sometimes. They're uber fun to think about. hahaha kidding.. :P

-mayee

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