In my novel, I'm plotting against you all.
I like things. Lots of them.
I still maintain you’re a bitch. ALSO IT SAID MY NAME IN THE NOTE, WHAT THE FUCK, SONIA?!?! It’s okay. I still love you. …sort of…LOL.
I told you I just skimmed it. I’m sorry!
…you know what? Actually I’m not. I take back my sorry. That was the best fucking laugh I’ve had all month and it felt awesome. I REGRET NOTHING.