I was just bored after finishing a paper and went over to read Fiona's past posts, in hope of searching for her humorous letter, and succeeded. Afterwards, I decided to read the later ones.
Big mistake.
Sorry, Missy, but I do not flirt.
Well, you were right about one thing -- it was only talking. Gee, why not someone popular (and coincidentally backstabbing, to say that I do shameless stuff) to talk to a person on opposite gender, and see if anyone says she / he is flirting. I bet not.
You were right about another thing. I'm not prettiest in class. I'm average. Better than ____a, worse-looking than a lot of people.
I think I know who said I flirt. Only creeps would stoop to that kind of level. Seriously, even if you hate me for something I know or don't know of, you don't have to go so low. Fakes.
Bleep you bleeping bleepy bleep.
Sorry. Was being weird.
Oh well, it's late. I shall go blog at my other blog.