LMAO.

Haha. Cuntsniffer.

That was the only word I had to describe that random dude on the grass today - god, guys like that annoy the shit out of me.

First of all, it's fucking RUDE to sit down randomly next to somebody, and to persist in trying to talk to them when it's obvious they're not interested. Fucking dumbass. Plus having the nerve to ask if I had a boyfriend, then go ahead and say "Oh, that doesn't matter" is fucking stupid, shallow, and rude, and I was about ready to shank this guy on the spot if not for the fact that there were too many witnesses.

I did not say you could sit on my jacket next to me, and I fucking hope that punch leaves a bruise.

Don't fucking waste my time, don't interrupt my lunch, or my sunbathing. Fucking jeez. And if I see you again and you so much as try to put your hand on me for a handshake, I will fuck. you. up. You're going to need plastic surgery to even look like a human being again.

On the upside, Martha and I learned a funny joke from Dante today. You should ask me about it.