Dearest Suicidepals,
My internet connection at home is down. But I'm moving this week anyway, so I'm not wasting any time solving that particular problem. So if I don't answer for a week, that's my excuse.
Today was my first day taking this one-week computer class at a local art school. This afternoon, in the bathroom of said art school, I was talking on my cell phone in the stall (classy, I know, but I had no choice--taking a class doesn't get me out of doing my job, damn it all); and as soon as I got off the phone, this girl (from outside of the stall) says, 'You're in the girl's bathroom, you know.'
It's my voice, if you can't tell from the sound of my writing; I balk at modulating it because I don't want to sound fake, and I have severe misgivings about voice surgery (it's risky--you can end up sounding like Minnie Mouse, or lose your voice entirely). So fucking sue me if my voice doesn't sound feminine enough. Fuck you, you little gg bitch.
Deep breath. All better. What really grates me is when shit like that catches me off-guard, and I'm all out of quips. All I could say was, 'Yes, I know. Thanks for telling me.'
Oy.
Okay, now I'm finished bitching. Life is a gorgeous carcass, and I'm the happiest, luckiest swarm of black flies in the whole world!
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My internet connection at home is down. But I'm moving this week anyway, so I'm not wasting any time solving that particular problem. So if I don't answer for a week, that's my excuse.
Today was my first day taking this one-week computer class at a local art school. This afternoon, in the bathroom of said art school, I was talking on my cell phone in the stall (classy, I know, but I had no choice--taking a class doesn't get me out of doing my job, damn it all); and as soon as I got off the phone, this girl (from outside of the stall) says, 'You're in the girl's bathroom, you know.'
It's my voice, if you can't tell from the sound of my writing; I balk at modulating it because I don't want to sound fake, and I have severe misgivings about voice surgery (it's risky--you can end up sounding like Minnie Mouse, or lose your voice entirely). So fucking sue me if my voice doesn't sound feminine enough. Fuck you, you little gg bitch.
Deep breath. All better. What really grates me is when shit like that catches me off-guard, and I'm all out of quips. All I could say was, 'Yes, I know. Thanks for telling me.'
Oy.
Okay, now I'm finished bitching. Life is a gorgeous carcass, and I'm the happiest, luckiest swarm of black flies in the whole world!
Click for smileys!
that bathroom story gave me a laugh thanks