Sublime.

I mean, basicly she was a bitch. And she was not affraid to admit it. Not at all. There were days when she abounded in self-confidence more than ever and hence her actions and behaviour was even more unbearable let alone acceplable or exvusable than on any other occassion. None the less, as it is understood by the mere context together with her ati- and apti-tude, she did not care. These wee tiny bitches were in a more than pitiful condition and position happening to be[come] the victims of hers, at the time in particular. They should have felt honoured that she chose them as the aim of attack thogh they were not wise not to mention sensible enough to appreciate it. Time's the proverbial enemy but it seemed that for her it was taking it back so that her riposte was cut sharp and edgy, provided always in the nick of time. And so some people paid for thrills but she got her for free. She was just so, brief, concise and to the point. Sublime as they tend to call it in the realms of American literature of some time ago. more to the point, no other bitch has had the sense of taste she posessed, additionally, no one of them could move in high heels as she did. Inevitably, undisputably these were the bare facts no one was eager to admit. Having everyone adamant to do so, there was nothing else left but to ask the boys. This geanre is wide known for a certain weakness which she did not hesitate to make use of.