@#$%#$%*!

@#$%#$%*!

It's not ffffing fun anymore. You, you should get your act together and not make me feel fucking useless. I know my job scope, you know, so stop blurring the edges because here I take control. And don't give me this don't-tell-me-what-i-should-or-shouldn't-do-because-my-own-father-doesn't-do-that crap. That's a low blow, and I'll make sure I speak my mind to you tonight, since you're not open to discussing whatever SMS miscommunication problems nor answering any of my well-intentioned questions.

Now to print my notes, skip a learning strategies seminar and get mugging for my linguistics test tomorrow. I am royally pissed.

Breathe in Jose. Now breathe the fuck out. And no I shall not apologize for any vulgarity in this post.