email to Marius
Feb. 23rd, 2007 02:50 pmto: [Marius]
from: [Jennie]
subj: I amaze even myself.
I? Am talented. In one moment of stress and rage I have somehow managed to not only insult several people where no insult was intended, alienate myself from a good chunk of the student body, find out what people really think of me (gee thanks Terry), get cussed out by people I've never even met, AND have my original point missed entirely.
Next time I get the brilliant idea of posting to the journals thinking that I will only get the message read as intended, by, y'know, my friends and classmates and not a whole bunch of adults I have never met or rarely see, duct-tape my hands together, please? I mean, it's not like I go to school and live here or anything. Heaven forbid I voice my own opinions or be personally affected. Next time I shall just resume bottling my emotions and keeping my feelings and my opinions to myself, as we both know that has no unforeseen consequences whatsoever.
Now I shall barricade myself in my room to avoid the pitchfork-bearing mob and try to formulate an apology to those I personally offended, stretching that tiny thimbleful of tact I possess as far as it will go.
This may take a while. Bring food.
from: [Jennie]
subj: I amaze even myself.
I? Am talented. In one moment of stress and rage I have somehow managed to not only insult several people where no insult was intended, alienate myself from a good chunk of the student body, find out what people really think of me (gee thanks Terry), get cussed out by people I've never even met, AND have my original point missed entirely.
Next time I get the brilliant idea of posting to the journals thinking that I will only get the message read as intended, by, y'know, my friends and classmates and not a whole bunch of adults I have never met or rarely see, duct-tape my hands together, please? I mean, it's not like I go to school and live here or anything. Heaven forbid I voice my own opinions or be personally affected. Next time I shall just resume bottling my emotions and keeping my feelings and my opinions to myself, as we both know that has no unforeseen consequences whatsoever.
Now I shall barricade myself in my room to avoid the pitchfork-bearing mob and try to formulate an apology to those I personally offended, stretching that tiny thimbleful of tact I possess as far as it will go.
This may take a while. Bring food.