Freud

MML #24: When my roommate follows my advice.

I realize this is my second post in a row about Emily, but this amused me way too much to ignore. Emily was struggling with writing an essay about Freud, and so I told her to take ten minutes and vent her frustration into a Microsoft Word document before going back to working. This was the result (inappropriate language warning):

"Dear Freud,
You are a ridiculous man who obviously does not know what he’s talking about. If sex is an instinct it should be simple, not complicated by a thousand different metaphors. Why can’t you be clear? Then I could form a cogent argument against you, but instead you keep slipping between my fingers you dirty bastard. I think I know what to say to you and then you come up with a sentence strong enough to counter my objections but ambiguous enough that I can’t base any of my arguments off of it. You oily sonofabitch. This rant isn’t working Vicki. I just keep thinking of insults in fact it’s very difficult to keep curse words out of these sentences. Ok not even gonna try. FUCK SHIT DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this paper is the only thing standing between me and fucking break and it refuses to budge. I’ve reread an entire book and taken 20 pages of notes and then written a cogent outline~!!!!hqwjekgfbskbgkldrah

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