If you don't fix my roof, the terrorists win

I’ve sent a threatening email to my landlord about my leaky roof. If he doesn’t fix it by next week I’m going to decapitate a journalist LIVE on this blog. Ok, I’m not going to decapitate a journalist. I only know one journalist that used to work with me at LIG magazine but I’m not sure how I’m going to capture him and he is much bigger than me and I don’t have a lot of friends because of my abrasive personality so I can just go around killing the few I have. Plus I don’t know how to upload streaming video to this site. And it’s also...wrong, and stuff.

Anyways, I had fun dressing up like a Muslim ninja lady. But I used DW’s pants as a burka, and they smell funny cos I don’t wash them EVER but it keeps the leaky roof from making my head cold while I sleep. And technically also washes DW’s pants. Sometimes terrorism does solve your problems.