You saw it coming...
Jun. 27th, 2002 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silversolitaireAnd here it comes: My rant.
When I got home today, I checked my old email addy. On this addy I get delievered mail from an old ML that I joined way back then when I graduated. Most of the time, it's rather annoying and useless since only people from my old class that I didn't care about used it to arrange dates for binges and crap. I went on no mail long ago. Then the thing with X happened and my good friend Ull posted a message to this list and I went on mail again to see the reactions. There were none. Nobody gave a flying fuck that a valued member of our class had passed away. Assholes. I was disappointed but frankly, that's what I expected from those fuckers. But okay, maybe they were on no mail, too.
Then there was the funeral and NOBODY showed up from our old class but me and his other two close friends. There were no flowers, no card, no wreath, no nothing. I don't know about you, but here it's custom to show your sympathy by putting down a wreath where the ribbon says something like "In loving memory, your class of 98" or so. Hell, even his old department at the U that he left a year ago had put one down. The class? Nada. Okay, maybe there was no money in the till for that. Granted. Those things are expensive, so I kinda understood.
AND NOW!!!! As I said, I checked my mailbox and what do I see? A message from "The Bunch of Fuckers", as I shall dub them from now on, that went along the lines of, "Hey, who else is coming to the fair this weekend? Thought we could meet up at the fountain and have a couple of beers! A mini class-reunion" so to speak" and in answer to that five or so messages. And then then best thing. I hadn't read that first message completely yet, but I did now in the response of someone else and this asshole actually wrote "Hey, maybe there's enough money left in the till so that Conny (class captain) can pick up the tab for us."
...
That's where I lost it. Those stinking rotting bastard cunts!!!! They didn't have a penny left to write a lousy card in memory of X but they want to buy their booze from the money that we own together??? They must be kidding. They GOTTA be kidding!!!
I hated them so much at this very moment. I wanted to write them a hateful message, telling them how much I despise them, that I hope they lose a friend pretty soon and that nobody will give two squirts of piss, that I wished they were dead instead, that I want them to choke on their goddamn beer and that I'll rather die than ever go to a class-reunion again, that I'd rather shoot myself than be in the same room with those dimwitted shiteaters, that if I saw them again on my Judgement Day it'd be too soon, that they all should go to hell and rot away in their own stinking piss!!!
*pants* ... can you tell I'm upset?
Anyway, I didn't post this... guess it's better this way. What I did post, however, was a brisk note that said "I think this is rather inappropriate to spend money on booze since apparently we didn't have enough funds left to send a couple of flowers to X's funeral. Enjoy yourself."
I hope they got the message. Stinking bags of piss...
Okay, that was my rant. I feel better now.
When I got home today, I checked my old email addy. On this addy I get delievered mail from an old ML that I joined way back then when I graduated. Most of the time, it's rather annoying and useless since only people from my old class that I didn't care about used it to arrange dates for binges and crap. I went on no mail long ago. Then the thing with X happened and my good friend Ull posted a message to this list and I went on mail again to see the reactions. There were none. Nobody gave a flying fuck that a valued member of our class had passed away. Assholes. I was disappointed but frankly, that's what I expected from those fuckers. But okay, maybe they were on no mail, too.
Then there was the funeral and NOBODY showed up from our old class but me and his other two close friends. There were no flowers, no card, no wreath, no nothing. I don't know about you, but here it's custom to show your sympathy by putting down a wreath where the ribbon says something like "In loving memory, your class of 98" or so. Hell, even his old department at the U that he left a year ago had put one down. The class? Nada. Okay, maybe there was no money in the till for that. Granted. Those things are expensive, so I kinda understood.
AND NOW!!!! As I said, I checked my mailbox and what do I see? A message from "The Bunch of Fuckers", as I shall dub them from now on, that went along the lines of, "Hey, who else is coming to the fair this weekend? Thought we could meet up at the fountain and have a couple of beers! A mini class-reunion" so to speak" and in answer to that five or so messages. And then then best thing. I hadn't read that first message completely yet, but I did now in the response of someone else and this asshole actually wrote "Hey, maybe there's enough money left in the till so that Conny (class captain) can pick up the tab for us."
...
That's where I lost it. Those stinking rotting bastard cunts!!!! They didn't have a penny left to write a lousy card in memory of X but they want to buy their booze from the money that we own together??? They must be kidding. They GOTTA be kidding!!!
I hated them so much at this very moment. I wanted to write them a hateful message, telling them how much I despise them, that I hope they lose a friend pretty soon and that nobody will give two squirts of piss, that I wished they were dead instead, that I want them to choke on their goddamn beer and that I'll rather die than ever go to a class-reunion again, that I'd rather shoot myself than be in the same room with those dimwitted shiteaters, that if I saw them again on my Judgement Day it'd be too soon, that they all should go to hell and rot away in their own stinking piss!!!
*pants* ... can you tell I'm upset?
Anyway, I didn't post this... guess it's better this way. What I did post, however, was a brisk note that said "I think this is rather inappropriate to spend money on booze since apparently we didn't have enough funds left to send a couple of flowers to X's funeral. Enjoy yourself."
I hope they got the message. Stinking bags of piss...
Okay, that was my rant. I feel better now.
