I am NOT counting all those fake, frivolous, insulting restraining orders that have been taken out against me! I refuse to even acknowledge them, I simply refuse, do you hear me? They don't even exist! I will not be shut out! I will not be pushed to the side! I will not . . .
I can't make myself stick something into my eye. Noop. No go. Isn't me. Eyebrows are wrong too. Stay three questions away from me, as it's stated in the restraining order. Grrr.
I can't talk with you right now, I'm on my way over to my aunt's office. (You remember my aunt, the judge who presides over your flimsy restraining orders.). I'm having lunch catered in for her, you see. While she's eating, I'll be personally detailing her car, and this weekend I plan to weed her flower garden, cut her grass, clean her rain gutters, rearrange her garage and take her dogs to the vet. Busy me, that's all I can say. ~