The lizzle has lost her damn mind.
She is about 2.5 millimeters away from biting someone's nose off.
She might not stop with the nose.
She has lost all patience with looking for a job, as well as talking about, thinking about, and in any way working on getting a damn job... But she's still plugging on.
If you want to pay me to do just about anything, you know where to find me.
I'm not above working as a hired assassin.
Word to the wise: Don't cross the lizzle right now.
Now, feel free to continue with your day.