"Denise", as she calls herself these days, is an evil genius. She's also been stalking me for quite some time now. Why? My cyber-allure? My wit? My oh-so- intimidating, although girl-next door beauty?
I will never know. All that I know is that I, Queen of wombacious-ness, must throw her a bone now and then. Allow her to "win". Allow her to out-wit, out-talk, and out-cute moi.
Otherwise she gets cranky.
I've suggested several healing protocols, formulated especially for her particular problems/psychoses. I have helped this particular wench sooooooooo much!!
Does she appreciate? mais nooooooo. She just wants more, more, more.
So. I continue to coddle. Is she improving? Sven says no. Sven is a mere shell of the robust nordic God he once was.
I liken her to a temperamental, inbred racehorse. A thing of beauty and awe. Lay your $ on her now(send me a percentage, D:).