CASSIUS LOVES YOU.

Okay. So, maybe he doesn't, because I'm Brutus, and I can only speak for myself.
But as I type and re-type and re-type and re-type my AP Literature essay for the Pitman of Death, I must relay the fact that Julius Caesar is my most loathed enemy on top of anything in the universe.
That's right. You heard me, Bill.
But that's okay, because you're dead, Bill. And as far as I'm concerned, that means that you're restricted from writing an equally dreadful sequel.
Or so I'd assume.

ELISE, KELLEY IS SICK OF LOOKING AT YOUR EMO POSTS.

And therefore, she's decided to do something about it.
Ha! Ransacking your blog, bi-atch!
I want to post a bunch of amazing pictures, like this one.
This one.
Maybe this one.
I think most definitely this one.
Quite possibly this one.
Who can even live without this one?
Not me. Definitely not me.