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You may know me as resident hottie tottie of Constance and one of Manhattan's finest. Trust me when I say that the chance of me returning the favor isn't quite as large -- especially if I've never had to sign a restraining order that included your name (chances are that I have). Regardless, in case you're not up to speed on the Who's Who of what actually matters, not-yours truly is the creme de la creme and probably your best guide when it comes to living life in the fast lane (aka the only lane that really matters). I'm seventeen and already ruling the world in the latest Jimmy Choos -- what could be better? "i don't know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot." -- marilyn monroe fh
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Looking beeeautiful there, Kitkat!
Thanks. I did look pretty good, didn’t I? But I do like my new hair. Last year was fun as the total beach babe that I was, but this shorter ‘do is New York posh in all the right ways.
Just forget it. I’m already on edge. Sorry you and Finn get to stay together forever because you’re all brainwashed into being perfect forever. Not all of us are lucky to convince our significant others into some sort of Stockholm syndrome like you have apparently.
Stockholm Syndrome? Are you kidding me? Look, I don’t know what the Hell your problem is, but first of all: last time I checked Finn and I haven’t cheated on each other so you can just go ahead and stop throwing stones from your dollar store glass house. Secondly, I don’t need your attitude right now when I’ve literally done nothing to you but help when your freaky self got all sorts of coma patient before the opening of your club. And last, but not least, sorry not sorry that I’m in a happy relationship that I deserve. Go be jealous somewhere else.
I don’t know. Bill Nye is like the coolest guy ever.
I’m not really your happy go lucky Finn at the moment, so a visit might be a no go for right now. I don’t need a nurse. You’re super sweet, but I’ll be fine.
Are you sure? I’m gonna have so much free time on my hands doing absolutely nothing with my life, I might as well dedicate my life to science. Be useful.
I don’t really need a pep talk. Alright. Maybe I do need a pep talk, but I don’t really want one right now. I just wanna eat some bad food, lay in bed forever, and just be bitter about my life for a while.
I have received all my college rejection letters. The last one came a couple days ago. I haven’t opened it yet, but I know it’s a rejection. They send out the thick packets when you get accepted. And I have received 0 thick envelopes. 12/12 rejections. I’m gonna start Googling “what to do after high school when you’re a loser.” Maybe I’ll donate my time to experiments or something. There’s got to be a sleep study I could join. Or if they’re planning on sending a chimp to Jupiter, maybe I could volunteer instead? Jupiter seems pretty fun.
Calm down, Mila Kunis. No need to talk about planetary adventures, plstysm. Or sleep studies. Or any sort of experiment.
Mark Zuckerberg. Alex Rodriguez. Harrison Ford! All people who didn’t get college degrees, but took what they’re good at (even moderately in some cases, but that’s not any of my business) and made it into their life. And you’re going to do the same thing because Carole didn’t raise no fools.
Oh, please. It’s obviously all baby. If people are going to stoop so low as you actually bring out the fat talk when you’re having something grow out of you then that’s on them. They probably also only buy gum when it costs a quarter outside of the Coney Island where Grandma Senility just celebrated her 103rd trip around the sun.
There's nothing exciting about a couple who stays together 'no matter what'. This isn't a fairy tale. This is real life.
While it’s just a matter of time before F.H. and K.W. are back to “loves me not” status again, this back and forth is getting exhausting.
But if you must be the prince and princess of yore, at least do something worth reporting on. No one likes an “it couple” who hides away all the time … even if K.W. is used to that kind of thing.