I am so over, being over, you.

"Trends change people change, it's all about details. If you dont pay attention to details you're doomed. I mean look at my nails! I went through junior high wearing nothing but pink.  Now pink makes me puke so I change, rearrange, see, it's called demented.  No seriously the color is called demented."
-Marcie
"Jawbreaker"

I completely.  Completely.  Seriously, I completely understand the redundancy of what I am about to outline.  The whole girl-on-girl drama.  You've had it.  I've had it.  We have all had it.  And, quite frankly I am pretty effin' over that -ish.  For real.  Ladies, let's all take a second, or two, actually take all the seconds you need and breathe.  Really, take a breath.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Inhale.  That is much better.  Now listen the eff' up.  I can speak for us all when I say, "Get off that ridiculous high horse and come back to planet Earth".  Like the color pink your attitude makes me want to puke.  Like, I just threw up in my mouth a little thinking of how utterly repulsive you are.  Yes you.  You know who you are.  The you that walks around like you own the place.  The you that forgets there are other human beings on this planet.  The you that probably does not have one single person who truly enjoys your presence. Not one. Nope, not even your momma.  Sad, isn't it?  The you with the self-entitled, self-centered, self-absorbed, self-indulgent, self-interested, self-seeking, selfish ailment.  You pollute my living space with your diarrhea of the mouth.  I hope reality smacks the smug right out of you.  True story.  Hey, I have got to keep it real.
xoxo