Umm if my mother saw all the horrible things you just said and more importantly showed and display as myself. She would have you're head of a plate.
Plus the story goes like this....
I ran into you outside of the fibers buliding. You were being a bitch, as always.
"Are you going to eightes night? You NEVER go! You Suck! Ahhhhhh!"
And i was like, "Shut the fuck up i'm going dammit!"
And then I realized i had nothing to wear.
I was like "Yo Camille you gots anything I can wear???"
And She was like, "You are like so not my size BITCH."
So I made my own Fucking dress!! It was super ugly, because i'm not a fashion designer. i'm a fibers major.
Some where else you were like Shut it Ravel, Imma going to trick Laura into liking me.
To which Ravel responded, "FUUUUUCK NO!"
I showed up to eightes night. You were like, "Nice dress!" *Puke face*
Then i was like look at my hot date, Ravel.
Ravel was like doesn't matter what she's wearing, it coming off in an hour.
And that's how we got here today.