Dear Viagra guy:
Shut the fuck up.
I do not want to talk to you.
In fact, after two days of up-and-down hysterical roommate antics, long hysterical conversations with the boyfriend last night, five more freaked-out e-mails from said boyfriend this morning, and an out-of-bed alarm at 5:30 in the morning, I really have NO FUCKING INTEREST in exchanging pleasantries with you or ANYONE ELSE after I’ve just stumbled, bleary-eyed and exhausted, into the office at 8 O’CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
So don’t take my lack of “niceness” as a personal affront.
Before 10 am, I don’t really like ANYONE.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Evil Psycho Bitch
P.S. DO NOT TALK TO ME YOU FUCKTARD!!!!
