sod off, asshole

first you ruined my sunday by calling my hp n times, then making me miss precious rounds of blackjack with goof's family when we could be winning big bucks only because you wouldn't quit calling and wasting my talktime minutes on a stinking prat such as yourself. discussing quibbling and getting pissed over academic on, get this, a bloody weekend! you flooded my inbox with annoyingly prudish-sounding emails. so damsel in distress and oh-so-serious-i'm-gonna-call-the-cops-in. never in my life met a more so-kiasu-i-wanna-die year 1. the matter's solved but i still bloody hate you. good luck with your presentation; i hope you flunk it.