an interruption of the usual broadcast, for a short rant.

I hate you for pulling this kind of crap. seriously. I don't know how you sleep at night. Cliche, cliche, cliche I know. But cliches are cliche for a reason. You, my dear girl are a cliche. A cliche in the way you have hurt two people who I care about deeply. In the way you have shown disregard for others feelings, and how their way of thinking can be different from your own. All I'm saying is, if you were run over by a bus, I would probably shrug, and go on with my day.