Gibberish? Really, Emma? Come on! If you're going to insult me, you might as well do it in english. Or french. But a language that makes more sense. "Gorram holy"? Wow...
You would not own them. There were only two pairs ever made. I own one and God owns one. She wore them yesterday. Remember?
And btw, you do NOT own Maisy. Because he hates you. Just like I do. SO HA! And you don't own my house either. Because that makes no sense.
I'm not wearing flip-flops. You creep. You just looked at my feet. I saw you. These things that are on my feet are not flip-flops. They are, as God once said, skin coloured shoes. DUH
I think we should stop talking now. Because we are sitting right next to each other in the computer lab. And people might read this and think that it's real. Which it's not, by the way. And just so you know, I was part of that weird orgy with Steve, Andy and Mick.
I really don't think you should bring anyone else into this Emma. This is evidently stressful enough for you already. Eventually Sydney will discover that she is a rebound and she will hate you possibly more than I do.
Emma. I have something to tell you. I never liked you at all. I was trying to make it clean break so you would never know, but apparently that didn't work. You are dumb.