They want me to wear the fugly uniform ? Over my dead body. Its not the uniform I hate so much, its the fact that I have to wear it because someone with higher authority said so. Someone who doesn’t even have a degree in Education, someone who is so pathetic that she can’t talk in English when confronted. Someone who can’t even tell the difference between Pakistanis & Saudis.
Fuck them, fuck her. & the crazy bitch that rolled her eyes at me ? You didn’t even go through half the shit I did to study so no, you cannot fucking roll your eyes at me.
I’m gonna lie to your fucking face & get away with it cause’ I can. & I’ll do it again. & again. So try me. I’m not backing down.
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- November 6, 2010 / 2:16 pm