Ten months of denial believing. Eight months of fucking around. Six months of rebuilding.
Time. And time. Again.

I am back.
I don't need this.
I don't need that.
an' I sure as fuck don't need you.

This one's goin' out to you. Kiss it, baby.
Sure as motherfuckin' hell tastes good over here.

There are a bunch of you on here who've never so much as looked across a room at me. Who the fuck are you people and why are you here?

And no, this aint a fuckin' social call.

Edit: ooc muns'n'other folk don't count >>
and all of you that replied i've met... and like. don't count.