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Hello. I'm Jonathan Cresswell. I used to blog here daily, but that fell through and now I store bits and pieces on here. I'm a journalist/web designer/madman. Read my actual blog or find out more about me on my website. I also tweet. |
Dear the person responsible for the fire alarms at University halls of residence,
Fuck you.
No, seriously, fuck you.
Yeah, you know the alarms work. You test them every Wednesday for about 20 seconds just before noon. The alarms work. We can hear them. It’s loud.
So when you decide to wake us up and get us all outside at 6:30, the only words I can have for you are those of sheer and utter hatred. I made the most of it in the end, sure, but there’s still the idea behind it. You didn’t need to get us all out of bed at that time and in the cold. I can’t even come up with phrases of insults to represent just how much hatred I feel. Mainly because you ruined my night’s sleep so I feel ruined now.
So, fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Lots of love,
Jon
P.S. can you get someone to fix the light in the kitchen, and the boilers are playing up again.
