FUCK U

I am sick of your pompous tarradiddle and acerbic remarks. Your innuendos about my past. Your belligerent pontification. If you are so cocksure about yourself, here’s a challenge. When a decade has lapsed, we shall see who bags a larger paycheck. Your argument of unfulfilled potential has enervated my magnanimous heart. You are now one of my many benchmarks, nolens volens. The difference is, my other comparables are to inspire me to try harder, but I’d consider myself a failure if I don’t do better than you.

Yes I typed this extempore. Probably will regret it. But cest la vie.