*a public announcement*

To the little punk-ass who is at the top of my shit list To Whom It May Concern:

Now, my rage may yet be unjustified towards your esteemed persons, whoever you might be. I am not here to blame you for my own stupidity in forgetting my drawing in the NYU scanner at the 12th st computer lab. That is my fault, and mine alone. True, I have NEVER done such a foolish thing before, as I usually take my drawings out of the scanner right after they are scanned, or at least check before I leave. But, as I have done a SHIT LOAD of scanning in NYU labs, I think I am allowed to royally screw up at least once.

And neither am I so close-minded to only blame you. This may be the fault of those who run the NYU lab, and I am not so humble to retract my sentiments if that be the case. Maybe you are a socially conscience soul, who handed in into the lost and found, and it was subsequently misplaced by those higher-ups.

And neither am I so proud not to retract my sentiments if I go home and by the Grace of God, find this drawing on my desk. I've been bested before by my own terrible memory recall, and I think my joy would be great enough to allow me to apologize for accusing you of such a slight.

But, after speaking to those in charge, I fear that may not be the case. I fear, good soul, that my discontent rests solely upon YOU. For I believe you used the scanner after me, and having found my drawing lying there, decided to throw it out.

Forgive me. I need a moment to collect myself.

If what I suspect is true, YOU saw my sketch, saw that some time had been put into it, like, oh, SHADING and shit, and all the same--threw it out.

I know I'm not that good of a artist. I know this. But I still take some pride in my work, shoddy though it might be. Is it WRONG, therefore, for me to want to SMACK YOU FOR THE BITCH YOU ARE?!?!?!

Since it is "Talk like a Pirate" Day/Week/whatever, I'll put it into more colloquial terms: IF I KNEW WHO YOU WERE, I would DRAG your ass down to the South Street Seaport. I would DRAG your SORRY ASS aboard one of the tall sail ships they have docked there--preferably the bigger one, as it has more of a hull. I would then throw THAT SORRY ASS OF YOURS OVER THE SIDE, AND KEELHAUL YOU. And to add insult to injury, I would go and get distract mid-haul by a puppy or something shiny, and leave you there below the ship, to contemplate the stupidity of your death for the last few moments of your life.

I'm glad we got to have this chat.

Love,

Antonella