I think I HATE men right now.
My college class was RUINED by this one a*****e who was talking - our teacher LITERALLY LEFT. Just got up, said "You're talking, you ruined the lesson. I'm done. The lesson is over", packed his bag, and left.
And now there's a ******** situation with Erik.
His LJ The newest two posts are about the situation.
Between those two we had an email conversation.
IF YOU'RE GONNA SLAP ME, ******** SLAP ME. IF YOU'RE GONNA b***h AT ME, DO IT TO MY MOTHER ******** FACE. DON'T YOU DARE b***h AT ME, THOUGH, AND EXPECT ME TO TAKE IT LIEING DOWN.
If I'm still angry saturday, I WILL ******** yell that at him. In class. I don't ******** care, I'm sick of this situation and I'm sick of his bitchy a** whining!
Also, I should note - when I said the ending up like my father thing, that was something MY MOTHER NOTICED when I was explaining it when Erik and I were still ******** dating!
SO GO TO ******** HELL, ERIK.
Venting on my journal seems to have helped a bit (as well as listining to good music) but I'm still ******** pissed.
Also, I have my Birthday wishlist in my previous journal entry. Check it out if you want, I guess.
