Is it too much to ask, after a hard day's work, to come home to a girlfriend and some privacy? Is it too much to question, when I bolt my door shut, board up the windows and boobytrap the front hallway, to have people still breaking in?
Is it really too much to ask?
I guess it is.
Fuck all of you.
I'm leaving.
Yeah, you heard me. I'm leaving. Oh, boo hoo, I'm ragequitting, guess what? I don't give a shit anymore.
You do you know what I've done in the past couple hours?
I just found a nice sublet on Craigslist in the Mission District of San Francisco for not too terrible, which I can keep until I find a permanent apartment in the fall. They're desperate for paying tenants and I'm desperate to get the fuck out. I still have enough funds in savings for a security deposit and the first month's rent.
By the way, I'm not giving any of you immature whores a penny.
My plane flight to SFO leaves in one week. The only person I'm going to give my address to is Avery. The rest of you can just fuck off.
No, I'm not changing my mind.
If you have anything left to say, you've got 7 days. 6 and a half, actually.
. . .
What the fuck did I miss here? I heard all this ruckus so I came to see whats up. Now it smells like bitterness, burning eyes, and cheap hairdye.
Oh and you're leaving.
They threw it at my house when I was at work, tormented my girlfriend, and didn't even have the courtesy to invite me. To a party. At my own fucking house. Which I locked and bolted this morning.
|+She stands there, fuming for a little until she stomps to the bedroom and slams the door. Jean can hear...+| Tôi không thể tin rằng những người này đang ở trong nhà của chúng tôi!
|+The pressure and sudden temperature drop causes his contacts to meld to his eyes, and, well... Explode.+|
I'm tired of being a nice girl, you hear? |+When he's completely frozen, she pushes Raf!Statue over, causing a lot of Raf!bits to be all over the place+|
|+Like a familiar aeon, she raises her hand and snaps - causing those small pieces to burst and dissolve into even smaller pieces until they're all gone+|
Plus, if you hadn't done that, I would have taken a chainsaw to his face and given him a makeover that $50,000 of plastic surgery would never be able to fix.
JEAN YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER. GO UP TO THAT BITCH, RIP HER CLOTHES OFF, AND PLOW HER BEFORE I GET IMPATIENT AND DO IT MYSELF.
YOUS MISSIN OUT ON ONE FINE PIECE OF ASS, SON.
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Go sit. You're all red in the face and it worries me.
