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Most of you know I can't type. Worse then my inability to spell is my inability to type. So Mr. Roxy, who for some reason really seems to like me a lot, bought me this ...Mavis Beacon Typing Teacher CD Thingy...let's stop and wave and blow a kiss to Mr. Roxy. I'll wait.
so, here's the thing--now? I can't type at all! Grrrrr! That Beacon bitch is screwing me up even worse, with the where T*F* are my fingers supposed to go, and my traitorous digits running all over the damn keyboard...oh why oh why did I spend all my time in typing classes trying to make my teacher miserable instead of learning something? (you had to be there though, she was this monkey lipped bitch who was bright so she tried to make the darker sisters think they were shit. I still want to kick her ass) Why am I telling you this? Because we're friends and friends share and baiscally you have to listen. My supersonic whining has nothing to do with it I'm sure! *beam*
so, here's the thing--now? I can't type at all! Grrrrr! That Beacon bitch is screwing me up even worse, with the where T*F* are my fingers supposed to go, and my traitorous digits running all over the damn keyboard...oh why oh why did I spend all my time in typing classes trying to make my teacher miserable instead of learning something? (you had to be there though, she was this monkey lipped bitch who was bright so she tried to make the darker sisters think they were shit. I still want to kick her ass) Why am I telling you this? Because we're friends and friends share and baiscally you have to listen. My supersonic whining has nothing to do with it I'm sure! *beam*
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