A Quick Moment with Carol

There's a girl with red hair on my floor who I hate. I have never spoken to her, but she is my mortal enemy. She is humorless and wears a Yeti vest and walks with her head at a strange angle. And she doesn't walk, she catwalks. The only way I would ever like her is if I found out her name was Frank. But it isn't, it's probably Shasta.

Stupid red-haired Shasta who I hate, go back where you came from. This is a place of business.

xoxo,
Carol