F***, F***, F***,…

I am sorry I had to swear.

What is the use of these bloody projects!

You know you’re sleepy and in a crabby mood when you’re listening to the Space Jam soundtrack, blogging, staring at the stupid document hoping to lift some more verbatim but know you have to rephrase it all for fear of being caught for plagiarism and staring at your gtalk list hoping for some company who shares your unfortunate fate or sympathy. How hard is it really.

Also, screw the organization. Screw.IT.


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