When I go back to my world, I might need to tell the crazy bitch where to stick it with her fashion tips. Her taste was gross, and I have to say mine is a whole lot better than hers will ever be.
I don't normally prefer to use this network. I suppose years of being chased by whoever wanted me for something caused me to be paranoid about these things. It is what it is. I suppose I am used to always looking over my shoulder. That's something that will never change.
So, uh...when I wished for a bunch of food I don't think this place was prepared for the appetite of a Saiyan. I think I ate most of it that first day?