::What the...??? Part 2
Just bought a Kraftwerk cd (Minimum-maximum). Listening to it right now. It's very nice and MY SISTER ACTUALLY CAN STAND IT!!!
Sometimes, this robot-ish sounding stuff really does a great job of making one feel distanced and alien from the rest of humankind.
But we must also give due credit to my parasitic "friend" from 'What the...??? Part 1'. So what did my wonderful parasitic "friend" do today?
She sent me an email which can be summarized in five words: Help me do my homework. (Or rather, please please please help me do my homework and give the answers to me by Monday, must be by Monday, because I really really don't know how to do it and would rather be sitting around waiting for the answers instead of trying to find out, whine whine whine etc.)
Unfortunately, my email server has already eaten the message, therefore removing the temptation for me to give her a nasty reply and/or regurgitate the message here on my blog, which perhaps is a good thing. Computers are rather kind hearted creaures after all.
Then, as if an email message wasn't enough, she still had the cheek to sms me, asking why I hadn't replied to her email. (something like, Did you check your email? I sent you an email. Reply to my email. I dunno how to do the homework. Give me answers by Monday. Did you have a busy day?)
Like hell you are going to get any damn answers. I don't even do my homework, for God's fucking sakes, let alone other people's. And again, I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING PERSONAL TUTOR. Get off your ass, do some work for once and stop trying to pick people's brains.
And whether I had a busy day (so I couldn't do your precious homework) or not is none of your fucking business. You are not the boss of me. Fuck off.
Sometimes, this robot-ish sounding stuff really does a great job of making one feel distanced and alien from the rest of humankind.
But we must also give due credit to my parasitic "friend" from 'What the...??? Part 1'. So what did my wonderful parasitic "friend" do today?
She sent me an email which can be summarized in five words: Help me do my homework. (Or rather, please please please help me do my homework and give the answers to me by Monday, must be by Monday, because I really really don't know how to do it and would rather be sitting around waiting for the answers instead of trying to find out, whine whine whine etc.)
Unfortunately, my email server has already eaten the message, therefore removing the temptation for me to give her a nasty reply and/or regurgitate the message here on my blog, which perhaps is a good thing. Computers are rather kind hearted creaures after all.
Then, as if an email message wasn't enough, she still had the cheek to sms me, asking why I hadn't replied to her email. (something like, Did you check your email? I sent you an email. Reply to my email. I dunno how to do the homework. Give me answers by Monday. Did you have a busy day?)
Like hell you are going to get any damn answers. I don't even do my homework, for God's fucking sakes, let alone other people's. And again, I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING PERSONAL TUTOR. Get off your ass, do some work for once and stop trying to pick people's brains.
And whether I had a busy day (so I couldn't do your precious homework) or not is none of your fucking business. You are not the boss of me. Fuck off.
