Well, I tried to help her. I dunno, maybe my creative use of words was a bit too much for her to get her head around? Funny thing is, I bet she copied what I wrote, and is hunched over it right now... simply trying understand…

Bahhhh... Wannabe writer....! Go fuckin change the sheets and get me another cup of coffee... I used you for all you were worth and now I'm board! Yeah, I own you.

Next time, I allow you to enjoy my presence... Be sure you take the time to clean me off. You can't expect me to go out and mingle with the non waste, with your stink all over my shit (Cue Marilyn Manson's, "Apple of Sodom")...!

What kind of "thanks" is that?