Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Fuck you, Dina. Fuck you so fucking much.

To the high and mighty Dina, sitting smugly behind me in her covertly commandeered window seat, passing judgement down upon me palpably with no discretion:

Fuck you. Fuck you so fucking much.

How's that for your delicate ears, Dina? Is that what you're sick of "having to sit there all day listening" to? Hmm, is it? Well why don't you just go and play a nice game of hide and go fuck yourself.

That amount that I choose to use words that some people deem obscene is not "depressing." It's fucking awesome. I promote an environment where consenting adults don't have to censor themselves in order to comply with the inane unwritten rules of society. I'm a fucking freedom fighter, Dina. A goddamn pioneer. So you can go eat a dick.

If I want to say fuck, shit, dick, ass, bitch or pussy all fucking goddamn day than guess what, I fucking will, and there's nothing you can do about it. Why don't you think about relocating yourself? I hear the surface of the sun is nice this time of year. And I bet you won't complain about being cold there, either.

In conclusion, let me say that if there's one thing I want you to take away from this little tirade of mine, it's this: Fuck you. Fuck you so fucking much.

Thanks.

D.