Normal’s a setting on the dryer. People like us, we don’t get normal!
Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape? Sorry. The voices. I’m kidding! Jeez! That’s not what they really said.
Psychologically speaking, vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope for.
I love the rain. It’s like angels are splooging all over us.
When your taste in men is as bad as mine, they don’t just go away quietly. They slash your tires and they kill your dogs and tell you that the music you like ain’t real music at all. And all the cruelty tears you apart after a while.
Somethin’ tells me a whole lotta people are about to die!
Recently, I made a promise to myself that the next time I got a boyfriend, I’d be on the lookout for red flags. And if I saw any, I would do the healthy thing and I would murder him. And killing kids? Kind of a red flag.
Number one, no one is like me.
I’m known to be quite vexing. I’m just forewarning you.
I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want.
I hope you got insurance.
You never call a woman “chick”. I’ll accept broad, lady, woman and, on occasion, b**ch.
