I just ate a shitload of grapes.

And I am moody, crabby, bitchy, cunty, and just plain losing it. I hate everyone and everything.
I thought that I would be ok, but I'm not. I am going nuts here and I ain't got no one to talk to! I'm tempted to speak with the housekeeper but I don't understand half of the shit that comes out of her mouth. She's the one that gave me the grapes. "Here's your meal" She says. I laugh. She laughs and says "I am cute, right?" But she drags out the right, like rrrriiiggghhhttt? Yeah. Right. What?
Oooh, the "friend" is on my shitlist. He's not the only one, though. It's pretty much anyone or anything that BREATHES.
And the roomates? Yeah, I'm thinking a jury will understand when I claim temporary (shut up) insanity if they saw the guy's clothing hanging off of MY SHELF IN THE LIVING ROOM- HANGING THERE TO DRY. WHEN DID I AGREE TO LIVING WITH WHITE TRASH??? And they would agree if they saw THE BITCH'S HAIR STUCK ON THE BATHROOM WALL THAT I HAD TO CLEAN UP THIS MORNING WITHOUT (!) A CIGARETTE IN MY HAND. I will leave her hair outside for a magpie to eat and bury or whatever the hell magpies do to bring bad luck to people and their hair.
I called the "Mad Russian". I need his help AGAIN because I am weak and retarded and he thinks I'm hot. Help me, oh mad old man! Make me better and strong and tough and perfect. Because y'all know that once I kick this shit, I will be perfect. So watch out bitches cuz I'm almost there.
Boo-Ya!