When I got 24 roses, I put them in 24 bottles and arranged them all over my apartment. Alot of the bottles were booze bottles, so I got called an “alcoholic,” which is untrue!
I'm an aquired taste. I'm quite bitter, too quirky, and lavishly dark for the regular taster. I don't feel feelings or speak words like your ordinary lady. I smile quite brillantly when someone pronouces my name correctly. I'm going to make hybird babies in the future. And Love, would be my worst subject.
Oh, did I forget to mention I'm really rough around the edges.