dear evil person at the law school parking lot,

we have a problem.

this morning, i parked spike in law school. spike, as you very well know, has a couple of scratches here and there, nothing major. but spike did not have a huge dent on his bumper.

when i came back, there's a huge dent. it could fit a melon.

and i believe that YOU, yes you evil person, are the cause of that dent.

i'd hate to say this to you, and i'd hate to wish this on anyone, it being bar season and all, but you just don't walk out on my damaged car without so much as leaving a phone number. you just don't do that.

so here's my curse: may you fail when you take the bar. may your evil sneaking out after you've hit my car follow you to your grave. and may you never ever have a good recitation again. may you have magi for PIL and PRIL, four sisons - if not more - and may catindig choose you to be the person he'll fail that year. may you have dannycon for all the subjects he teaches and may dangat hate you enough to fail you.

that view you see on the left? i won't have that view for at least three weeks. no car, no means of transportation. i'll be COMMUTING you evil person. it's not that i mind commuting. it's cause i MIND now that it's raining every single day, and i MIND cause i have no choice.

and insurance participation? you evil pot of sh*t! that's going to cost me more than that lovely pair of nine west shoes i chose not to buy yesterday.

i hate you, oh yes i hate you.

your worst nightmare,

rosa