I hate smart people who are too big of pussies to make a fucking decision regarding their area of expertise. I just got of the phone (at home, on my cell, at 7:30, after working a 12 hour day) with a tech in upstate New York. I walked him through a basic, but finicky, network procedure. He’ll have to do this on four different machines. After the first time, I asked if he was comfortable with it so that he could do it by himself. He said yes, but it’d be better if I stayed on the line, just in case.
For the love of fucking God, 5 minutes before you were talking over my head in the area of your, and my (somewhat), expertise! Fuck, you pussy, grow a sack, hang up the goddamn phone and do your fucking job so I’m not holding your cock two hours from now!
I want to see the Heath dance and I’ve only met the boy once! Dancing is awesome…except that it reminds me of fleas..which, yes, my freaking cat has. I only found two, and trust me they will die. I have sprayed my house, which has a nice orangy (a little overwhelming) smell and have drench my cat in flea killer stuff. MY LIFE SUCKS! I keep my cat inside and just because somehow my parents stupid dog got fleas and my cat was their for a total of less than 24 hours, he gets them!!! AHHHH! Anyways…if anyone feel bad for me just let me know! Because I know that you have Molly, but I’m guessing that she is pretty chill when it come to baths…Ryno has claws…VERY sharp claws. He actually chose not to tear my skin off today, which was nice, but maybe some night in my sleep he will choose to use them. Well, I must finish defleaing my apt.
**KISSES**
Be careful what you wish for…
I miss him too but beware, when Heath gets worn out and delirious he gets kinda crazy and might even do the “Heath dance” for you.
What is the Heath dance you speak of? And where can we see it?
You know what I hate?
I hate smart people who are too big of pussies to make a fucking decision regarding their area of expertise. I just got of the phone (at home, on my cell, at 7:30, after working a 12 hour day) with a tech in upstate New York. I walked him through a basic, but finicky, network procedure. He’ll have to do this on four different machines. After the first time, I asked if he was comfortable with it so that he could do it by himself. He said yes, but it’d be better if I stayed on the line, just in case.
For the love of fucking God, 5 minutes before you were talking over my head in the area of your, and my (somewhat), expertise! Fuck, you pussy, grow a sack, hang up the goddamn phone and do your fucking job so I’m not holding your cock two hours from now!
That, my friends, is what I hate.
I want to see the Heath dance and I’ve only met the boy once! Dancing is awesome…except that it reminds me of fleas..which, yes, my freaking cat has. I only found two, and trust me they will die. I have sprayed my house, which has a nice orangy (a little overwhelming) smell and have drench my cat in flea killer stuff. MY LIFE SUCKS! I keep my cat inside and just because somehow my parents stupid dog got fleas and my cat was their for a total of less than 24 hours, he gets them!!! AHHHH! Anyways…if anyone feel bad for me just let me know! Because I know that you have Molly, but I’m guessing that she is pretty chill when it come to baths…Ryno has claws…VERY sharp claws. He actually chose not to tear my skin off today, which was nice, but maybe some night in my sleep he will choose to use them. Well, I must finish defleaing my apt.
**KISSES**