Why I need to own a shotgun

[mk_rya]

Fat, old, ugly, sweaty, illiterate, heart-attack prone men need to keep their fucking opinions to themselves. I do not smile because your hideous, overweight, repulsive self is within my eye-line. The only people who need your opinions is your similarly ugly, fat and sweaty hausfrau wife/rent-a-hooker/Thai-bride. And the god-damn spawn that you may

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[molari]

Good day?

[mk_rya]

If you've ever had the pleasure of being leered at by some disgusting, revolting...well, see above, then you'd know how I felt. But generally today it has been good, thanks. And yours?
How's the thesis going? Can you see the end in sight?

[molari]

The end is indeed in sight, but I am crawling to the finish line. During my lunchbreak today I was desperately trying to make some sense out of a book entitled 'A critique of critical criticism'. Ugh. Still, I wasn't oggled by any perverts (At least not obviously), so I'll chalk the day up as a minor victory.

New icon is of my hero, Richardson.

[molari]

Hearing that a book is out there called, A Critique of Critical Criticism, makes me want to laugh. Though I can't imagine this being your reaction on actually having to read the thing.