I get so riley when I bleed in the Bay. Just ask that guy who tried to rob me on the BART Sunday.
Sorry, buddy, but I'm in a LADY MOOD!
And I fucking win.
You think a lady who finds herself out on the Barbary Coast alone is just gonna hand over all her shit to some lazy, good-for-nothing, THINKS-he's-intimidating MOTHER FUCKER?
My body just got done PREPARING TO MAKE NEW LIFE.
What'd you do today?
Oh that's right: You tried to take all my shit for nothin.
Sure, I'll give a man I barely know the best years of my life, but there is no way in hell you're getting my brand new backpack.
Or my Windows Phone.
Anyways. . .
I got 29 claims. Stake 'em before they're gone!
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.