Vague Insanty 088

Glow-sticks and microwave ovens, blue hair and ripped blue jeans, I just gotta find a way to get her into my house, maybe some spiked kool-aid and a smile.

Can't figure out if she's really even human, maybe some sort of psychopathic construct, artificial female type machine with a grin and a twisted need to squeeze cats too hard.

She's got a water pistol and it's fully loaded, skin tight leather body armor, and mirror-shade sunglasses.

She tells me that my computer is shit, and my connection speed is slow, and that all my personal settings are what she would expect from a computer illiterate 4 year old with several severe mental deficiencies, oh man how I love her!

She's gotta henna tattoo of a Celtic cross and an old Honda, and I think she would probably just want to bruise me and laugh and walk away and sit alone all night, in the dark, hacking into the pentagon, and then eat some chicken curry and sushi before passing out in her swivel chair.

I am not worthy.