Seriously....I mean, I might not be the fucking second coming of Oscar Wilde (I don't drink nearly enough), but how in God's name this oompa loompa bitch has a NYT Best Seller, and I'm still waiting on my proposal, is beyond me.
Again, inspiration because if this bitch can do it, there is no shot in hell I can't? Or embarrassment that this fucking walking Halloween themed Oreo had no problem doing it and I've had to work my ass off to get this far?
Ugh. Who knew she could even read?