Alright, just a heads up - this post isn't gonna be very exciting because :

1/ A faggot is sleeping in my bed in MY exact geographical location. I don't know if it bothers you but it most definitely bothers me 'cause he's also drooling on my beloved pillow. Adding to that, he's creating very disruptive noises which is breaking my concentration. See. Now I've lost my point.

2/ Because of the above, I am very hungry hence very _______ . Rule #1, a girl is in no condition to negotiate or compromise when she is hungry so you can insert any word into that gap that is intensely negative or anything that sounds like dumadon'ttouchmeorI'llbreakyourlimbswithglee. BECAUSE he's the gatherer & the gatherer is fast falling into hibernation. Where are the berries.
Where is my caeser salad.
He's starving civilisation.

3/ Because of the above caused by its above, I've lost all will & ambition to continue with this post. I am writing to express my sincere loss & depression because of this unfortunate event that has occurred under my very roof. Because there is no food on my plate, no bread & butter on the table, no wine - there is no me. I will now pulverise into a green void & never ever come back.

*Pulverisation in process. . . .*

P.S. By the time you have finished reading this, I will already be in that pretty void I mentioned.