[Actually Private to H. Barnes]
Look I don't care about your god damn shirt Hazel, you probably have another one in a different color anyway so why does it even matter.
. . . I got a call from a friend of yours at work today. DAMN IT HAZEL I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN'T WANT YOU TRYING TO SET ME UP ON ANYMORE FUCKING DATES!
I don't want a relationship especially not with those fucking brain dead saps you keep throwing at me. End of story.
Oh and you made everything freaking public dip shit.