Now how about you SHUT THE FUCK UP and realise that WE DO NOT HAVE THE KIND OF MONEY YOU DO! We can't AFFORD a fucking new shiny computer that does whatever we want just by winking at it! We have to WAIT for things to happen, it's not all at our beck and call and instant like your super-rich lifestyle! We can't AFFORD to get some bloke to come in (and don't give me that crap about lasses being able to do that stuff too, the people we know who do it are blokes) and create a bespoke room for all our instant needs! She is fucking grieving for her dead husband, and either she will get round to it when she is ready, or we will do it when SHE dies! England is a beautiful place, and I hear you moaning long enough about how far we have to travel to go anywhere that YOU think is interesting, so that kind of negates the small, squished argument, don't you fucking think? If you go to Seattle which about on the same kind of line as the UK, you'll find that other places in the States have the same kind of weather that we do. We aren't all a mile high and have that mountain fucking dryness! AND I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! HE'S FUCKING DEAD, ALREADY! I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT HIS PICTURE! HE'S ALIVE IN MY HEART, NOT MY EYES! And I get what I can do with the fucking technique! This is my JOB! I work in a shop that DOES this! And to start my own business? Apart from the fact that every single fucking one of you thinks you know what is best for me and what I fucking SHOULD be doing and am fucking ABLE to do, YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA! If you wish to throw a few fucking thousand pounds my way, I would be very PLEASED to start ... FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Why not just walk into the room whilst I am trying to rant about you so that I don't bite your fucking head off? Why not tell me that you know I will not like your idea, and then insist on wanting to take my fucking photo with the fucking thing so that you can "give me credit for my artistic abilities"? Why not keep going on about it until I cry? Oh yes, that's right! I just started crying in front of you! How do you like them apples, huh? Look at that! Crying over a photo, when all you wanted to do was give me credit for something? Get it now? FUCKING GET IT NOW?!?
And yes, it does take a long time to get her out of the fucking house. Much like the computer, you just have to be patient and fucking WAIT!
And now you've finally fucked off out the room...
We are your fucking dirt-poor relations.. and... Have you ever fucking HEARD yourself? You could be so fucking great, and I would fucking LOVE you to bits if you just stopped fucking being so fucking moany and patronising! And... IO CAN@T EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER WHY I AM FEELING LIKE THIS!
Oh wait... yes I can...
Tomorrow better fucking hurry up, and then maybe I can stop fucking annoying people on here and fucking get back to not fucking swearing all the fucking time!
FUCK IT!
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