rageDear Owner of Bali-Karma,
Judging from this snarky, smarmy bitchy little e-mail you sent me, the reason you gave me the fucking run around this week was because you already HAD a newspaper writing an article about you. So, instead of coming out and saying something about it, you decided to play favorites. Which really fucking inconvenienced me, let me tell you.
So you listen here, you two-bit hippie. I will get you. And you won't even notice it. You're going to play this game with me and make me miss my deadline for this story because you were playing both sides, I will get you. Because I've a campus full of people at my fingertips and I am SURE that someone has something bitchy to say about your store. And guess what sort of quotes can go in the paper that thousands of students read every day? Certainly not the nice ones, if you've dicked me over.
So be wary, good sir.
Because if you aren't really fucking nice to me at this interview, you'll get cut. You smarmy sonofabitch.
And fix the typos on your website, they make you look like a dumb, pompus ass.
Love,
Catie
ETA: After taking a few deep breaths and listening to 'Tick..Tick..Boom!' I realize that this post makes me sound like a malicious, vicious, cold-hearted bitch.
This is only true some of the time.
I blame it on my mom's obsession with 'The Godfather"
