I spent most of the night not sleeping.
"Why?" you ask.
Because I was in a lot of pain. Wait... did I say was? Like it was in the past? Like I'm not now? Scratch that. I AM IN A LOT OF PAIN.
Seriously, anyone who thinks being a woman has it's perks, is easier or whatever should have their balls shot off. I've taken enough painkillers to drop a small elephant and all they've done is dull the stabbing pain and make me nauseous.
Fuck you, everything. I hate you. You there! No, not you. You! Yeah, you. Fuck you.
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Will hitting me help? I'm a real easy target, I just tend to curl up in a ball on the floor when someone is going to hit me.
I couldn't hit you, Robin. Adam, maybe. Fabs, probably. Wilf, definitely. But not you.
You would spank me though...right?
You better believe it. Naughty girls need spanking, after all.
**coming out of hiding to see if you still hate me**
I hated you? When did I hate you? Was I drunk?
I think we were both drunk.
Can I have my socks back?
I'm sorry, I forgot they were yours and I used them to make soup. I promise I'll replace them.
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