Save me....
Stacy, the evil harlot that begged me to read Twilight, is taking me to the Breaking Dawn release party. Where she got the idea that I'm a omg!Edward!Twilight fan-girl is beyond me. Sure, I may have told her that they were alright. Yes, I did manage to read them in little under 2 weeks. (it may have been shorter, though it seemed like an eternity) But, in what universe does that constitute a kidnapping? I could hide, but that bitch knows all my lurking venues. She'll find me. I could tell her no, but then she'll look at me with those, "Please, I'll cry if you don't." eyes and eventually guilt me into attending anyway.
I wonder how much it would cost me to get someone to break my leg....
I wonder how much it would cost me to get someone to break my leg....