HAH! Brilliant. Artist bitch dead. I hope you fucking like it, Kali.

Hey, at least her art will be worth something now.

Your friends, huh? I hope you're suffering, bitch. I hope the crucified one dies. You fucking deserve it.

Oh you fucking BITCH. You're going to pay for this for the rest of your fucking life.

A fine! I can't pay a fucking fine! And community service? Fucking hell. Not to mention the criminal record and the lover in prison. If this means I don't get in to the PhD programme I AM going to kill you.

Ugh. My mother called me again sobbing about some other man of hers hitting her or something. He calls me at least once a week and leaves pathetic messages on my answering machine asking for help. Screw her, if she can't figure it out I'm not putting myself in the middle of it. Not anymore. She should stop bringing home random men from work. ( Read more... )

I'll see you in class this morning, you fucking bitch.

He did warn you.