
Dear Neighbor,
I understand that in your culture, the benefit of having a penis means you know more about the practical matters of living than us lowly females, but I still do not appreciate your condescending, sexist machismo when you CLEARLY HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE of what's going on because you WILL NOT LISTEN TO ME because I do not happen to have a penis.
Well, fuck you, you stupid asshat of a pigsucker.
No love,
Dear Neighbor,
Why do you think when I say "The sewer pipe has collapsed," it means that there's just a little plumbing problem with your washing machine? And that it's simple. And that I don't know what I'm talking about?
And why do you think I got angry when I repeatedly stated the problem, in different words, using gestures and pointing, you insisted that I did not know what was really going on?
And yet you need an apology?
Well, you can happily go fuck off and die.
Sincerely,
Dear Neighbor,
I am so sorry I yelled at you. I know that's not the done thing, seeing as I'm a weak little female, but I just couldn't help it. It was either yell or cry, and I just couldn't cry in front of a big strong man like you.
*sniffle*
I'm soooooooo sorry.
*bats eyelashes*
Sincerely,
Dear Neighbor,
...
Oh fuck it, I'll probably go with that last one (without the implied sarcasm). Now to just get into an acting frame of mind... At least the tears won't be hard to come by, right?
Please send positive vibes my way that a) I don't collapse or go mad from the stress, b) that the plumbers can get out here to replace the pipe before next Tuesday (the 28th) and c) that I can pull off acting the submissive little woman successfully.
This week sucks so much.