Oh and stick the fucking morton bar that you hung in my bedroom window as a perpetual fucking threat as far up your ass as you can reach. Use a periscope.

So fine. I get it. I'm tired of trying. For the last like 2 months, I accept. I'm too ugly, too fat, too old, too despicable, too unforgivable, to ever be worth so much as speaking to.

You fucking won.

I am done trying.

Fuck you you crazy bitch. If I had a choice in the matter I would have been a miscarriage too.

You know what bothers me the most? (I mean, besides the root cellar incident, motherunit, that I refuse to speak of to others). The sleep-deprivation experiments where she'd wait til I was half asleep and then suddenly scream abuse and pound on the walls to startle me awake.

I am *incapable* of getting over it. I'm in my fucking 40s now and I'm still utterly certain that I'm the ugliest person on the planet, who must spend their entire life doing penance for the crime of being born, and let's not forget the fat-shaming shall we? We shall quietly gloss over the beatings.

Wing 2IC

the knees are incomplete because doing this would make them shatter like a prince rupert drop

Microwavable??

Forget trickle-down, embrace pinata economics: Suspend those with all the goodies and hit them with sticks until the goodies flow free for all.

I mean.... clearly I'm mixing my species here, which is the first limitation.

*sigh* It has been entirely too long since I contributed to unpottytraining someone.

And when you think about these four-ways, how do they make you feel?!

(sorry, I had to. Gremlin.)

Honestly, I was thinking "it's okay, you're too little to know how to do the thing correctly. Who thought you could handle this on your own?? Let me take over for you," but without being TOO explicit in teasing you.

*raises one eyebrow*
*looks at you significantly*
*rests chin on her hand*
*says nothing.... verbally*

Damn, I was not ready for this kind of imagery this early in the morning. Now I wish I had someone in my lap like that! D: