hate mail

dear rhetoric:

i hate you. while you may be a good tool in the classroom for analyzing speeches and writing, you are boring and a general pain in my ass. studying you is worse than bashing one's head into a wall. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.

annoyed,
faith


dear ignorant redneck children:

when you call each other "fag" and assignments "stupid," when you say that rap is black music and that people who listen to it are trying to be black, when you talk incessantly about hun-tin', when you cling to your ignorance like an electric blanket on a cold winter's night... you almost make me want to walk away from it all. but then you would win, and i can't give up on my "illigitimi non carborundum" motto.

stop being stupid.
your teacher


dear holidays:

you suck. thanks for reminding me again.

boo, hiss...
the "coal in stocking" girl


dear band in the basement:

i love you. stop fucking recording every other night. it irritates the shit out of me.

big sis


dear readers:

i don't actually know if you exist anymore (especially after all of this hate mail). what do you want for christmakwanzika?

faith