I break for birds, I rock a lot of polka dots, I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours. I spend my entire day talking to children and I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person — that’s just weird and it freaks me out. I’m sorry I don’t talk like Murphy Brown and I hate your pantsuit, I wish it had ribbons on it or something to make it slightly cuter. And that doesn’t mean I’m not smart and tough and strong! I’m about to go pay this $800 fine and my checks have baby farm animals on them, bitch!