As if anything you can say can scare me. Wow. Go ahead. Disconnect the DSL. Ill get it right back up. In my own room. As if you hold any sway over me. Dream on. As far as I am concerned, you are not here. So disappear. Vanish. At least until we can abandon this ship that you single-handedly sunk.

I am a rat. Rats rock.

We don’t care about your two houses in Rancho whatever. We don’t care about your cars or your Louis Vuitton. We don’t care if your daughter is the President of the Universe. We don’t care about you. So take your walker and walk away. Take your zombie with you.

At least until we can desert this ship that you single-handedly sunk.

You cant talk to me with a raised voice and expect me to listen. I am not a child. I can probably talk better than you without having to raise my voice.

I have my own will, my own reason. All you had to do to make things more pleasant here was understand that. So you go ahead and take the high ground.

Im gonna sit here, listening to my mp3s, not giving a rat’s ass what youre saying.

All I hear from you is static. So go ahead and cry. Wail away. Say you feel unloved, unwanted, unappreciated. Cause you are. Nice to know youre not oblivious to the obvious.

Salome. Tyra. Mudra. This is all you are. Mom was right.

I am no Sleeping Beauty, no Princess Aurora.

I am a Rat. I am deserting this sinking ship that you single-handedly sank.

You can kiss my ass.