Today's OneWord: Accidental
She said that tripping me in the hallway was accidental, but I didn't believe her. She was one of those girls whom you knew was out to get you. You could almost see the fangs protruding from her mouth. She was ready to maim, dismember, kill, and bury within the same day. Her name was Rhonda - Rhonda, of all names - and I knew she was one hundred percent out for for my blood.