Primrose.

Primrose, you're such a fucking spook. If it wasn't for your beautiful face I'd smash it in with a hammer. Your black wardrobe and stylish goatee makes me want to be your friend but only if I know you hate me. There isn't anything in this world that could change my mind about you. If you were the last person on Earth, I'd make it my duty to hunt you down. Primrose, you're like the greatest thing since Ebola. There's so much I want to say to you but only if you don't want to listen. I'm like pouring my guts out to you and shit but all you ever do is sit there playing with your abacus. Primrose, what makes you think you're something you're not? As I sit here thinking, writing, and bleeding, all I can wonder is what the fuck your problem is. If homocide were ever legalized I would take off running to your house, knife in hand. Primrose, oh Primrose, how you've tainted me so.

Claire? Want to see a picture of a guy with elephantitus on his nuts?