Monday, April 9, 2012

What's Going On

Okay, let's get this straight: Jessica and I are not speaking, interacting, or in any way coming in contact until she stops sicking weirdos, and complete strangers on me, telling me to go downstairs in various languages, and generally being a very. Dislikable. Person. And if she was wondering why I "Stabbed her in the back"? Well, that's why. Amara, I don't care what Jessica says. Leave. Me. Alone. Or I will take you down so fast, you won't know which end of you is which.

Any questions?