Friday, February 03, 2006
I've run out of descriptions for her. Flipping the dictionary can't help either. I've used up all the vulgarities I've known in my life. Nothing, absolutely nothing can describe her. Or rather, it.
If a fairy appears before my eye now, I'll not ask for a trip to Japan or endless money for me to shop till I foam, but that bitch to just DIE DIE DIE! She do not deserve a space on earth. She's polluting the air I'm breathing in. She's a mental defect that needs to be destroyed!
So do the world good & let her die.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 9:46 PM >>