Nada, nunca, jamais
I finally wrote to my swap partner directly since the moderator decided to disappear off the face of the earth (as far as this board, she's still around in different boards). I asked her if she was ever going to send me anything since I was tired of checking my mailbox everyday and finding nothing from her. She responded by telling me basically that she hasn't felt like making anything but when the spirit finally moves her, she'll let me know and it wouldn't be that much longer.
What? Fuck that.
I told her to just forget it and that she should consider whether she's responsible enough to join any more swaps. This person is a grown-ass woman with teenagers and a job, it's not like she's a dumb kid, she knows better. She even tried telling me she'd been in a car accident and I might have cared except 1) it was in MAY and 2) it was property damage only, no injuries. Why the fuck should I care about her driving ability? How does that pertain to this? Fucking cow.
I would have kept the fucking package I made her too. Well, I would have most likely just given it away to someone else since I don't seem to hang on to anything I've made apparel-wise.
What? Fuck that.
I told her to just forget it and that she should consider whether she's responsible enough to join any more swaps. This person is a grown-ass woman with teenagers and a job, it's not like she's a dumb kid, she knows better. She even tried telling me she'd been in a car accident and I might have cared except 1) it was in MAY and 2) it was property damage only, no injuries. Why the fuck should I care about her driving ability? How does that pertain to this? Fucking cow.
I would have kept the fucking package I made her too. Well, I would have most likely just given it away to someone else since I don't seem to hang on to anything I've made apparel-wise.
Labels: Fist shaking, Knitting, Sewing, Swaps




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"I refer my honourable friend to the reply I gave some moments ago."
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