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apple_pathwaysI want one of those rubber message bracelets that says, "CTFO". It's a message that people need to hear.
To the mother who sends weekly email updates about which multiplication problems her eight year old has been missing on his assignments: CTFO.
To the father who brought in a six page printout of his son's quarterly math skills evaluation that I guess I'm just supposed to read in my spare time: CTFO.
To the kids who can't remember to raise their hands rather than shouting my name across the room: CTFO. (Also: I am CHANGING MY NAME and not telling you what the new one is!)
To the obnoxious drivers who need to cut me off in traffic in order to be just one car length closer to the light at the intersection. To the over-caffeinated yuppies who race me to the door at Starbucks and then let it slam in my face. To the "wacky" cashier at the grocery store who calls me by my first name, criticizes my choice of beverage, and then says "Toodles!" when I leave. And, finally: to myself. This is the kind of crap that life is made of, and you don't normally let it bother you.
C.T.F.O!
ETA: Chill The Fuck Out :P
To the mother who sends weekly email updates about which multiplication problems her eight year old has been missing on his assignments: CTFO.
To the father who brought in a six page printout of his son's quarterly math skills evaluation that I guess I'm just supposed to read in my spare time: CTFO.
To the kids who can't remember to raise their hands rather than shouting my name across the room: CTFO. (Also: I am CHANGING MY NAME and not telling you what the new one is!)
To the obnoxious drivers who need to cut me off in traffic in order to be just one car length closer to the light at the intersection. To the over-caffeinated yuppies who race me to the door at Starbucks and then let it slam in my face. To the "wacky" cashier at the grocery store who calls me by my first name, criticizes my choice of beverage, and then says "Toodles!" when I leave. And, finally: to myself. This is the kind of crap that life is made of, and you don't normally let it bother you.
C.T.F.O!
ETA: Chill The Fuck Out :P
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Date: 2011-03-17 05:03 pm (UTC)I always deciphered CTFO as "come the fuck on!" (esp. when I'm watching tennis/sports). So I was a bit confused reading your post at first.
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Date: 2011-03-17 05:23 pm (UTC)Hmm, "come the fuck on?" When would you say that during a tennis match?
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Date: 2011-03-17 07:01 pm (UTC)When my favourite player is not playing well at all and I'm frustrated beyond measure and the only thing I can yell is "COME THE FUCK ON YOU MORON!"
Of course, all the yelling goes on inside my head :P