Revenge of the Shit (whoops, I mean Sith...)

Yeah, so as if my life couldn't get any better, I was checking my email at work when this pops up.

"hi whatsup iam sorry that iam sandig the massage so along time after but my computer its suck and my fraind suposd to fix it .i gled that evrithing is ok with your father and i hope is going to be oll rhgit
.iam movd to anew base and iam going to rileise ten month from now .the base its suck and basecli evrithing that atoch with the job ther. ihope that evrithing going to be ok .the comander ther is doing me alot of troble cuse iam aloud to be at 11 in the base and he kip me at the base until 20:00
and wait for me to mestup so he can ponsh me i dont let hem i stay until the 20:00 and do evrithig rhgit .hope you oll the bast and tell me whatsup?"

Now, after reading "He's Just Not That Into You" and realizing Chapter 9 ("if he drops off the face of the Earth") totally applied to the situation, I had resigned myself (about 95%) to the truth that I wasn't going to ever hear from him again. And then today, WHAM, this hits me. Incorrect spelling, grammar, punctuation, etc. He's an English teacher's worst nightmare. But I tell you, when I opened this at work, my face turned green, and my coworker literally thought I was about to vomit, right there in the Judaic Studies department. How cruel and self-centered can one guy be!? Now more than ever, the "super-vixen-by-the-time-I-reach-Israel diet", is back in order. No more fawning over cheap memories with this asshole. If this makes me sound like a bitter bitch, good. That's the descriptor I was aiming for.


Shayna and the Self-Centered Asswipe (otherwise known as Ron)