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quinaraOK, so the fucking useless people who run my fucking residence can fuck off. I have tried to organise my departure again and again according the fucking bullshit Byzantine rules as specified in the leaflet I've got, but, no, they don't have a bill ready for me; no, I can't pay with my deposit and will have to have it returned separately (ie. a cheque made out to them and already cashed from my account by virtue of the way international cheques work that covers over half my rent); no, I can't make an appointment for someone to come and see that I haven't destroyed my room until Friday; no, I can't appear to make said appointment before nine o'clock when I'm supposed to be in class. No, no, huffy face, what were you thinking thinking all this might be something sensible to do. I'll talk in pidgin English at you and make sarcastic smiley faces at the French person next in the queue. Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off. And your 10E/mois WiFi is fucking shit.
My irritating French teacher who is far shitter than my teacher for the first part of the course, who thinks I don't pay enough attention when she can't even remember my name, she can fuck off. I'll pay attention to what I'm doing when you give me something fucking interesting to write.
Dell who were shit and haven't really fixed my computer, implying it's likely crashing because it's overheating, which is bullshit since I do nothing with it except type with it and listen to music on a table at (cool) room temperature, though they'll likely think that's my problem when I phone them, they can fuck off. In fact, this may involve me hassling them until they actually sort out my problem, if even by replacing the whole computer, because I am utterly pissed off about this, and am not going to tolerate my work computer repeatedly crashing on me when I've done nothing.
Oh yeah, and OpenOffice can fuck off. As a standby for Dell not having reinstalled my Office and my discs being at home, fucking Notepad is more pleasurable to write with.
The end.
My irritating French teacher who is far shitter than my teacher for the first part of the course, who thinks I don't pay enough attention when she can't even remember my name, she can fuck off. I'll pay attention to what I'm doing when you give me something fucking interesting to write.
Dell who were shit and haven't really fixed my computer, implying it's likely crashing because it's overheating, which is bullshit since I do nothing with it except type with it and listen to music on a table at (cool) room temperature, though they'll likely think that's my problem when I phone them, they can fuck off. In fact, this may involve me hassling them until they actually sort out my problem, if even by replacing the whole computer, because I am utterly pissed off about this, and am not going to tolerate my work computer repeatedly crashing on me when I've done nothing.
Oh yeah, and OpenOffice can fuck off. As a standby for Dell not having reinstalled my Office and my discs being at home, fucking Notepad is more pleasurable to write with.
The end.