4. OMG.
Squeal! Could be a cute dog or a cute boy or something else that triggers cute aggression.
5. I hate men.
One boy screwed me over and I’m going to blame the entire gender.
6. I can’t even.
I probably could even, but I’d rather be dramatic and pretend that this horrible/annoying/hilarious thing I can’t wait to talk about is, like, a minor blip on my radar that I can’t be bothered to react to.
