Posted: Dec 11, 2007 3:02 pm
Keep telling yourself that. I think you're actually starting to believe it.
you want my w-2
How come we never hear about Mrs. Baker?
divorce. i got tired of robots.
Yeah, I'm the fat tutor sitting in his filthy sweatpants
there's two lies. anything else? or just more name calling? gay is best you could do this morning? you forgot threatening, impotent asshole whom people constantly refer to in private mails to me as a harmless, deluded fool. actually there's a long list of fools i admire. I prefer to think of you as an idiot. really. stupid. self absorbed. no inner resources. shameless.
i don't know you. you've made cracks about knowing my address, my profession, my son, and yet i don't know you.
how empty is yr fucking pathetic life that you simply mock lamely other's (sing pronoun in need of a possessive) comments or call them gay or other 4th grade insults?
i am teaching a course entitled the 19th Century and The Novel next semester. You would not last a second.
your paper would be on Watching Knicks.
wait. i have a better one for you: I Know Nothing About Music, Even If I Claim (Constantly) Otherwise.
I bore you? Don't read, fucking loser.
Oh and i better get out oif these sweatpants. i need to grade for a couple of hours and i want to look my best. stop hallucinating, pal. it's almost funny.
oh: fuck you.