Well it could be worse…you could be like fat Bonnie, pretend you care and want to see me then screw me over at the last minute. You could be lying about your sick mother as reason for reason for canceling Christmas together when you’re really on the beach in Florida sunning your 500 pound a** with a margarita while I sit there crying at the JFK terminal. It could be worse I suppose. At least you are honest you dont like me, don’t want to see me and dont want to be my friend.

If there is someone to beat the living f*** out of here, however, I would say it is Jade.