WARNING:

Do not, anyone, please, give me any advice right now. Please. Don't. Give me advice. Or anything that sounds even remotely close to being advice. Don't bring it up. Don't, anything. PLEASE. RESPECTFULLY. I DON'T want to talk about it. It's not up for discussion.

a) I KNOW
b) I DON'T CARE
c) Just, NO.

Scarlet gotta do Scarlet right now. I don't wanna hear it. It's nothing personal. It's just that I know. Okay? Okay. THANK YOU.

RE:

Ugh! He's probably handicapped! Now I feel bad... :

"Jeez.
I was smitten. I did like you. Still do, actually. Never meant to insult you or appear aggro. Not my way, I assure you.
Bret (the ass-hat)
PS Regarding my music? Kinda don’t know what you mean on that one."
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Oh well, Julian (Julian!!!) would be moving me right along on this one (O! Hearken the day! Erst I once showed mine own true J of Darcy Dan's text and he said, "Just leave it.") and I'm gonna make him proud. The guy isn't actually handicapped.

Oh, fack, update on the neighbor. Like $200 earrings and necklace from Betsey Johnson. WHAT. Not my taste at all (and bearing the receipt. With price. Class-y.) but goddamn.