[semi-fairly composed rant/]

I'm eating two minute noodles, listening to Bedouin Soundclash and i'm very nearly writing up a manual, suitably titled 'how to maintain a level of maturity so you don't look like a total tool'.
I'm frustrated but I'll remain implicit.
I know i'm the kid who answers the phone with a string of hello's until someone on the other end responds, but i know my limits.
Clearly you do not.
I forget that I'm angry, so i have a supply of post its in my pencil case & a pen in my pocket.

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