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As you can probably tell, i’m not very happy. In fact I just plain pissed off! I should probably mention a little background… A few weeks ago I was ill so I cancelled a meeting with this girl; we were going design a poster together because she’s crap with computers and couldn’t do it herself. She was a bit angry because the poster had to get done for that day, so I made one at home and set it to her. Her excuse for being angry then was because she wanted us to do it together (what am I, your cub scout leader?!). At this point I was starting to think to myself  “can’t this whiney bitch be grateful?!”; I was ill and she wasn’t helping. So I sent an email back saying if she didn’t like anything she could change it. Another thing she was angry about was that I texted her at 2pm when we were suppose to be meeting at 3pm. I left it late because I was hoping I would feel well enough to go later in the day, but she didn’t like what I had to say on that score.

Ever since she has send me emails saying how I have no manners because I cancel meetings late and don’t say sorry (obviously she can’t read).  For example there was a meeting on Monday that I thought I told her I couldn’t go to, because I had a lecture between those times.  Here is what I got back:

Thanks for once again failing to apologise. Do you have any manners? Clearly not. You’ve known about this for at least a week. I am so unimpressed but frankly I didn’t expect anything better.

You’re not impressed? Well guess what? Neither am I! I thought I had let her know, she obiviously forgot or I was mistaken. Is that any reason to bite my head off? (Huh! And she calls me rude!) So I decided I would have to skip my lecture for this bloody meeting. I did, I didn’t talk to her, I went home. End of the drama? Oh no, not by a long shot! She texted me last night about some money that I had meant to get back from our student union for her, I will admit here that it took me a long time to get round to it. I did keep forgetting and I was very busy, but yes the amount of time is my fault. So she texts me and asks me if I have it yet. I had planned on doing it today so I said yes, because by the time she saw me I would have it and then I wouldn’t have to talk to her again! Happy days! We set up a space of time to meet. It took longer then expected in our student union because of unforseen complications, so I was late, I was rushing but I was late. And what does she do, she talks to me like crap. Saying in a nasty tone digs like “Oh nice of you to yet me know you’d be late!”, “I’m very busy, I am third year” (Oh boy, don’t I know… she seems to think I have all the time in the world!) and “thanks for not returning it for over a month!”, be glad I did all the paperwork for you at all, you mean bitch! I am so glad I never have to talk to her again, if I never see her again it will be too soon. Knowing her has been like a prison sentence!