Sunday, June 26, 2005

darling...

dearest unreliable fucks,

i have no time for your shit. please don't agree to do something for me if you have no intention of following through...

get off your fucking, 'i'm oh so busy and important' high horse because you're not that fucking fabulous or special. and guess what...i'm fucking busy too!

christ! who the fuck do you think you are? i am not someone who is going to allow you to push me around. don't underestimate the potential i have to make it getting another job difficult for you. does that sound concieted? well, either way, i can make it so no one will want to work with you again...it really isn't that hard and you know what they say, one good turn...

we work in a world built almost soley on reputation and it takes very little to fuck it up for yourself and congratulations...you're well on your way!

motherfucker...look what you're doing to me...i rarely swear this much in a single letter and i hate sounding like a self-important, 'fuck me over and i'll fuck you over' kind of bitch but c'mon people...i don't ask much just a level of professionalism and committment. i guess maybe that is asking a lot.

fuck,
michelle.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! I hate people too!
I think I need some context to fully comprehend your e-rage.

Anonymous said...

people are the most undependable, unreliable people.