Oh fuck you – you’re related to me are you? Well that’s nice but it doesn’t give you any more notion of my life than say – oh people who have seen me regularly for the past ten or so years.
Fuck you just fuck right off – no I haven’t given up my independance and I don’t intend to spong off the Jellicle Cat for the rest of my life. I intended to do this on my own, he wanted to get involved what? Was I supposed to tell him not to?
Fuck right off, he didn’t demand I stay at home like a housewife and I am going to write enough to get paid and one day I’ll pay him back for these two years, see if I don’t because this writing thing is going to work so just fuck right off and where do you get off saying this crap anyway?
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Ok I feel better now.
Hot sweet tea and pink wafer biscuits available…as are breakable things and hammers if that’s more your bag! 😉
Hurray!
Here, have a hypothetical cake.
And hey, you may get to shoot someone tomorrow night.