hartbreakerI can't believe you. Just can not. You used that terrible name I told you not to. "Hartbreaker"? What am I, like, Pat fucking Benetar over here? Totally lame. Then you upload a fucking broody icon. When will I use that? Seriously, when. Not a broody guy over here. Case you hadn't noticed. Which you did. Or at least I thought so.
Love the profile pic though. Can I get that? The gun I mean. C'mon you know I'd just kick ass, all kinds of ass with it. Perry never lets me with his toys. No, there's no two meanins or three meanings to that statement. Stop looking. I meant his guns, and I don't mean his arms--you know what, no. Let's just move on. You're twisting my words around.
So whatever I'm here and now what the fuck am I going to--oh my god. You're not listening to the 80s station are you? You totally are. Dirty Dancing. You're kidding me with this. Like, I'm having this great monologue over here, and you're getting your groove on. That's not even fair. Can we focus on me for like five sold fucking minutes? I mean you did invite me into your head, I didn't just waltz in and plop down on the nearest armchair. Except I kinda--whatever, you know what I mean. Meant. Fuck. Don't correct me, maybe?
Yeah so anyway, I'm here. So now what next, I'd really like to know, because I have a life I need to get back to. I seriously can't be here narrating yours and fuck me sidways are you listening to the Breakfast Club now? How can I--I can't even compete with that. Just can't. Not going to try. I think I'll wander and bug your other people. There's this guy in a lab, man he looks high strung as hell. I think I'll steal a beaker. Or break one. Haven't decided, I'll figure it out when I get there.