I fired up my Kindle the other morning and was confronted with this:
Bitch has a point.
I am bored out of my skull.
Once you get over the atrocious writing and the lip biting it is basically fan fiction.
Which I knew, but I was hoping to at least be entertained while I was pounding Newman. Not barely keeping conscious.*
Did you drink the Fifty Shades of Koolaid?
Did it get your motor running?
* I have just got up to the bit where she gets her period. I have been told to not eat for 3 hours before hand. I will let you know how I go…