I see you lurking out there loser.  Hoping to catch a peek of me?  You immediately see me for the superior princess that I am.  Way above anything you could ever hope to achieve.  You were meant to serve me and be happy for whatever crumbs of attention I might toss you.  Good or bad.  You're not my sugar daddy.  You're my pool boy, errand boy, foot stool, and generally whatever else I say you are.  Pathetic really.  The moment I saw you pining in the corner over me, I knew I owned your ass forever.

To all you fakers out there, like Fergie said:

"If you ain't got no money TAKE YOUR BROKE ASS HOME!!!"