Coincidence? Hardly. Divine Retribution? ALWAYS.

I am a dog wanting to be kicked by you over and over. And it's getting rather annoying.

Over the past two weeks you have said some cruel, tactless, careless comments that have really hurt me (and unnamed friend v_v). Today, you slid down Mead Chapel at midnight and flipped over a snowdrift, skinning much of your lips (and the immediate surrounding area) in the process. This Saturday you're going back home, where your Fuzzle Bunny is waiting. You know, I've never been the one to say it but I think this is an appropriate moment for me to start, am I right?

SERVES YOU RIGHT, BITCH.

Man, I feel so much better now.