Friday, February 4, 2011

Dance with me.

You son of a bitch. Either that or get out of my house (you came in through the bathroom window. How skinny ARE you?). I know you have internet access, I know you've been reading my blog. How else would you be able to say that stuff? How else would you know about Jeff? Ava? Nessa? Fizzy? Razor, get your skinny ass out of my study. I need to talk to you. And then kick your face in. I still have bruising and you've given me a nice new scar to add to my collection of...too many. I'm a girl, I'm maybe a tiny bit vain.

...I hope you have backup. I have something I want to test on our two-faced friend. Improvised Weapon Usage indeed.

Get the fuck out here, coward.

--Vivi

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