You call me a fucking bitch and expect me to come over and be all friendly? You tell me to bite you and hang up on me and then expect me to make conversation? You're fucked up... completely and totally fucked up. Bi-polar, mid-life depression, fucking crazy... all these things come to mind. Leave me the fuck alone or I will be forced to let you know, once again, all the things I think about you. Also, if you're going to fucking play nice and pretend that you want me to come to your pretty new house... Don't give everyone a room but me. Eat me? Fuck off. The end.