Dear Livejournal,
I thought that the furious, blinding rage I felt for you yesterday could not be surpassed.
I was wrong.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate that you take my money and provide a less than satisfactory level of service.
My mood today is clearly not cheerful.
Yours,
Tinkerbell.
I thought that the furious, blinding rage I felt for you yesterday could not be surpassed.
I was wrong.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate that you take my money and provide a less than satisfactory level of service.
My mood today is clearly not cheerful.
Yours,
Tinkerbell.