Post by vladimirgg on May 9, 2006 14:52:41 GMT -5
I. AM. PISSED. My last project in art is a painting of Cerberus that I am pretty damn proud of. I had left it in the classroom to dry until the next day when I would resume working on it. You know, the usual behavior of a student. I didn't expect a classroom with underclassmen to be very mature, so I wasn't surprised when *gasp* I came to class to find that Cerberus had a "fart cloud" drawn beneath him. But It doesn't make me any less angry. I am still MAD AS HELL.
To the little degenerate: Just what do you hope to accomplish? You think your being cute? You think your funny enough to put a roomfull of professional comedians to shame?
I can assure you, the only people who are laughing are you and you little stoner comrads. I don't expect you to apoligize or own up to what you did, because your a coward. I KNOW you wouldn't have the sack to do that in my presence, and I'm not about to waste my time telling you how "one day you will get your comupance" because these days, Karma seems to be neglecting it's job. Nope. I'll deal out you comupance personally you better hope to God I never find out who you are. I have NO sympathy for people like you, so if you, God forbid, ever gather the gonads to come up to me and apoligize, save your "I had a tragic childhood and shouldn't be at fault for my actions" speech for the guilable. I don't give a damn. I don't want your excuses, and I won't take any honey coated shit from you. Enjoy your seventh year in high school, and have fun at your dead end job flipping burgers.
To the mature students (especially that sweetie who offered to buy my drawing): God bless you, I appriciate every compliment, whether I heard it or not
-Latisha D'aun Whitten
This was originally posted at the Salon. Here is the uncut version with the typos fixed. There are not enough explatives in the newest version of WEBSTERS to express just how angry I am. I generally have the patiance of a SAINT it takes something like this for me to blow my stack. For the curious, yes I was able to fix it. It was done in pencil, so it was easily fixed. But a terrible thing to do none the less.
To the little degenerate: Just what do you hope to accomplish? You think your being cute? You think your funny enough to put a roomfull of professional comedians to shame?
I can assure you, the only people who are laughing are you and you little stoner comrads. I don't expect you to apoligize or own up to what you did, because your a coward. I KNOW you wouldn't have the sack to do that in my presence, and I'm not about to waste my time telling you how "one day you will get your comupance" because these days, Karma seems to be neglecting it's job. Nope. I'll deal out you comupance personally you better hope to God I never find out who you are. I have NO sympathy for people like you, so if you, God forbid, ever gather the gonads to come up to me and apoligize, save your "I had a tragic childhood and shouldn't be at fault for my actions" speech for the guilable. I don't give a damn. I don't want your excuses, and I won't take any honey coated shit from you. Enjoy your seventh year in high school, and have fun at your dead end job flipping burgers.
To the mature students (especially that sweetie who offered to buy my drawing): God bless you, I appriciate every compliment, whether I heard it or not
-Latisha D'aun Whitten
This was originally posted at the Salon. Here is the uncut version with the typos fixed. There are not enough explatives in the newest version of WEBSTERS to express just how angry I am. I generally have the patiance of a SAINT it takes something like this for me to blow my stack. For the curious, yes I was able to fix it. It was done in pencil, so it was easily fixed. But a terrible thing to do none the less.
Taken from my deviantart page. Forgive any spelling errors.
