Sometimes
Posted on | June 11, 2004 |
Do you ever want to tell someone to get the eff over themselves?
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June 12th, 2004 @ 7:35 pm
Could you be more specific?
June 12th, 2004 @ 7:35 pm
What does it mean?
June 12th, 2004 @ 8:32 pm
someone — I just realized this post could be taken the wrong way to mean I might be talking about you. I’m not at all. I’m actually talking about another blogger who really bothers me — she always talks with an air of superiority and condescension that rubs me the wrong way.