Fine. Don't talk to me, bitch.

You screw me once you screw me twice, you've been screwing with me since the beginning of my life.... Don't fated things like these just Make. You. Mad??

I hate sitting at home being so antsy like something's gonna knock on my door, explode and stick me like a pig.

And cos I need to make myself happy.... I'm going to get me some new fishnets, and instead on just one place BOTH the stripper heels and thigh highs on the wishlist.

And then eat so much chocolate and candy that I make myself sick and pass out.

Fuck. You.