It started at a blog meet.

Two friends mentioned her, and I picked up her name and just that. Later that night, we met. In all that peculiarity, I decided I should ask for a green light from one of the two friends. He promptly answered: “Don’t! [Tell you tomorrow].” So I didn’t.

The explanation didn’t help her, but I cannot dislike a person based on someone else’s opinion. So I went searching for my own.
We talked, we met, then talked some more. Nothing bad had happened to me. I need to see blood and gore, feel it. I need to be on the receiving end, either directly, or by an association made by me based on my own will.

Tonight, I got to see the gore. The relationship between two women is a funny thing to observe. Jealousy, envy and pure evil are commonplace. Subtlety is not. Reason is not. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!’ But what set her off? Right now, I just don’t care.

All the stories you hear about a person — good and bad — will never compare to seeing said person behave freely and based on the illusion of their own free will. Mindless insults might get you far in your field, but where I come from, they get you black and blue.

Ladybug, no. That was not nice!
Now I have to buy chocolate.