I fucking hate people. If I could turn Sweeney Todd on people and start slitting their throats, I totally would.

Remember how work was just me and the guys? Well, things have changed. Now there’s seven other girls, and it’s fucking high school all over again.

I didn’t mingle much in high school, and I definitely don’t feel like mingling at the Dharma Initiative. Fuck. I wish they would just leave me alone.

Why didn’t you hang out with us today? Aren’t you one of us? And they have to judge everything!!

What does one of us mean?

Hanging out with juvenile oestrogen producers has never been a favorite past time of mine. Of course there are exceptions to these rules. If you look at my close friends, you’ll find they’re all psychos in their own way. That’s how I like it, baby: when us anti-social, world-class bitches get together.

So NO, I’m not one of YOU thank God!