just minishorts.

My mood is terribly foul these days. Oh maybe yes, that the laws of karma are at work–I must have offended someone or something to be bruised in this manner… but that ain't going to stop me on this bitching rampage.

F***ing asshole.

Sorry. *hic*

You've got a c**t growing in place of a mouth.

*Hic* Forgive me.

But it oddly seems as if besides the brain you have been blessed with, you've also been given an incredibly towering nose. You walk with your boobs pointed to the skies btw, and as if that isn't a enough of a sore sight, your enormous behind also points to the skies.

Add that with your enormous nose that meninggi-ingly disgusting (what with your nostrils flaring icky bits of greenish white mucus and unkept nostril-hairs, you look like a biatch.

Also, I wonder where you get that groomed walk you make everytime you trot around in the premises. The clicking of your heels are incredibly loud and that sway you inject into your butt… oh. If you're attending any grooming classes and think that you walk fantastically well… I think you're wasting a fortune on whoever's teaching you to strut like that. If you think you'll have an easy time getting the attention of that fella (who happens to be MY close friend) you've been trying so hard to 'mmmmmm….' in these few weeks, well, think again.

If possible I'll be recording the wonderful conversations we have about you everytime you phone my friend in your efforts to arrange a lunch date. It'll probably do you more good than harm, despite what you may think.

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