Person:I really don't like musicals based off movies...the movie is always better
Me:are we gonna have a problem? you got a bone to pick? You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?! I'd normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch. But I'm feeling nice, here's some advice. Listen up, BIOTCH!
“Dear diary, Heather told me she teaches people real life, she said real life sucks losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles you have to learn to fly. I said ‘so you teach people how to spread their wings and fly?’ she said, ‘yes’.”
“Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count. The most popular people in school are dead. Everybody is sad, but it’s a weird kind of sad. Suicide gave Heather depth, Kurt a soul, Ram a brain. I don’t know what it’s given me but I’ve got no control over myself when I’m with JD. Are we going to prom or to hell?”