Ice Age. Great! I need to own that movie. Where's the baby?

Apparently, it is my destiny to pick up the ugliest loserish fucking guys on the face of this planet. Fuck! Ok, so no, it's not completely true...might have a select passable looking few who might be remotely attracted...but most of them are too chicken anyway.

Yet again. Another loser.
I now smell of smoke...even weed. Gross! I washed my hair this evening... Excuse me for sounding ditzy, but dammit...yuck. *coughs to get rid of extra smoke stuck in lungs*

1. Do not call me famlee when you have been introduced to me with my friggin name. Actually, don't call me famlee period. I am not your family otherwise that would be incest, and actually I really do not want to be seen remotely close to you, far less related. Ick. Don't call me famlee. Take some fuckin ginko biloba...get a memory. I have a name. The radio wasn't that loud, but then you seemed high enough.

2. You are lame. Live with it. I am too good for you. You should know you, looking how you are, having no money, no car, and certainly no good looks to save you (ha!), that you cannot ever have me.

3. You can't even talk to me. You cannot speak proper English and you have grown up in an english speaking country. The less you say the better it is for you.

4. Don't ask a question and then ask if I'm angry that you did. If you knew it might irritate the fuck out of me why bother? Sad really.

5. Don't ask me to say something when I've been talking for the entire car ride. Hello? Earth to loser!

6. If I like you I'd show it.