I curl up on my couch to read East of Eden on a sunny afternoon, twirl my hair, ignore you. You may catch a peak of my fresh-painted toenails, though frankly that's more than you deserve. Do you even know how to read? I thought not.

I curl up on my couch to read East of Eden on a sunny afternoon, twirl my hair, ignore you. You may catch a peak of my fresh-painted toenails, though frankly that's more than you deserve. Do you even know how to read? I thought not.