Holy mother-of-pearl, it's time for Fuck You Friday once again -- your safe haven for spewing fucks at anything that pissed you off this week! Alternatively, feel free to share anything that you've totally given up on caring about; something you've freed yourself from by reaching the pinnacle of not-giving-a-fuck!
This week I absolutely have to start things off by declaring:
FUCK YOU grading papers/projects, and FUCK YOU students that whine about not getting their grades back soon enough. I know what you're thinking... it's self-generated misery because I'm the one that assigned the damn papers/projects in the first place, so FUCK me. But dear god, will I ever learn? Probably not. So the only way to vent my anger is to whine about it. Yet I'm still justified in screaming FUCK YOU to the students that bitch about not getting their grades back before they've even left the room on test day. You want your grades back sooner? Then hire me a mother-fucking AA to do it. This AA should also get my coffee, watch my kid, take care of Cynical Dog, and keep my home stocked with scotch. I'm off to human resources now to see about making this happen.
If I lived closer I would be the fucking best assistant you've ever had. You will wonder how you ever managed to dress yourself before I showed up.
Since we're on the topic of school, I'd like to say...
Fuck you, group assignments & your 30% weight on my final grade! Added to that I'd like to include a special FUCK YOU to my group assignment group members for all the help you all DON'T provide until the very last fucking minute.
Okay, I'm good.
Yeah! Fuck those asshole students!!
And FUCK YOU to all of my annoying medical conditions and the fact that I had to undergo one of the scariest tests EVER.
Fuck. That reminds me. My husband is slmost out of Scotch. Fuck the fact that he probably won't buy more since he's on this fitness kick a week before his yearly physical. Everyone could use a little Scotch. Except me, I could use a little Charndonnay. And I'm out. Fuck.
Someone needs a Thanksgiving Holiday
Like the gif.
I don't follow rules very well, do I?
OH! I am totally, TOTALLY stealing that for my blog.
I say fuck the cancer that is attacking my friend.
Fuck you fucking dirty ass neighbors that brought goddamned fucking cockroaches to our fucking building. Fuck you fucking HOA management that did nothing about the goddamned problem for six fucking months. Fuck you cockroaches for coming to my goddamned apartment when the fucking dirtballs moved out. Fuck you landlord of three and a half goddamned years for not fucking even talking to me when I wanted to see about negotiating a mutually amicable way out of the lease. I fucking hate all of you mother fuckers and I hope you live horrible lives and die horrible long painful deaths (except for the cockroaches, I hope you fuckers die quickly). Goddamned fuckity fuck you.
@ everyone: MUWHAHAHA! LET THE FUCKS RIDE!
Fuck my college. Up to my balls in student loan debt, a useless degree, and they call me on a Saturday night asking me to make a donation?
Fuck. You.
A-fucking-men. I had a student who not only complained in class about not getting her last work graded fast enough, but she wanted over a page of individual comments, too. Which would be nice, if I didn't have HUNDREDS OF STUDENTS. Jesus.
Okay. I feel better.
Come on, man, tell us how you *really* feel... ;-)
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