Good morning sluts. I'm Emily Clarke. Before we start anything, let's get one thing straight, I'm super rich. Like, I'm loaded. I have so much money I could sue your ass for calling me a whore. Not that I am a whore. But people tend to be jealous. Now that we got that out of the way, let me explain my day.
So I woke up right? Okay well I'm not gonna explain the little details, you know what happens after you wake up. I went to school, yuck. But with my own car, not yucky at all. When I got out this bitch knocked my expensive Michael Kors bag. I'm out to get that whore, she probably slept with the whole football team just to prove she's not a virgin. I go to Weidman University, you'd think that people would actually be a little bit nicer but that's not the case. Everyone knows me though, I'm the super hot rich girl.
Unfortunately that's not the case. This dumb bitch was texting while drinking her iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts— ew. The only real place you can get iced coffee, is Starbucks! Anyways, when she bumped into me, this bitch was more worried about her iced coffee than my bag. She was literally crying— no joke. So you know what I did? I took a book that she dropped and smashed it against the leftover ice. You wanna guess what she did? She cried. As if I cared about her five dollar iced coffee. But I didn't let that get to me. The rest of my shitty day went fine. I caught up with my friend, Kamila, who thinks she's all that. No offense, even though she's my best friend, she can be a bit well... what's that word? Annoying. We've known each other since like the third grade when our parents decided to have an affair. You may think that we're rivals, but no, we're better friends than you expect. People are stereotypical and automatically think that my parents are divorced. Please! Did I not mention I'm rich? The reason I'm rich is because of my parents.
Now getting back on topic about my day. I was with Kamila, and she was talking about how cute Brad was— as usual. She might as well date him already, if she's as confident as she talks about him, she'll have no trouble. That is the end of my day. Not much happened but you read my rants at your own cost.
