FUCKING LITTLE BITCHWAD!!!!!!!
So I already screwed up my friday night so I could go to this STUPID group meeting with the two biggest bitches on earth, and one of them just called me to say she felt sick and so we're rescheduling.
what, you didn't feel sick 2 hours ago? so you call me 15 mins before we're meeting to cancel it???
why? so you can fucking furthur ruin my evening and extend it to the rest of the weekend?
*rattles off a huge string of cursewords that my mother would kill me for*
mood: 9mm, wanna go people hunting?
music: Rage against the machine
Which one? Do they both deserve to die now? Hmmmm, maybe after your presentation on Monday.... Or do you still want to kill them for your birthday? Either way, I'm willing to provide you with assistance and an alibi. :)