Hello, Tyna's a princess.
So what am I?
Hang on a moment.
I've answered that rethorical question myself.
I'm a nothing.
Hmm, how come that's not a surprise?
How come I'm not blown off my feet in shock?
How come I'm not reeling from the impact of those words?
Well, duh, for one, I wrote them.
So Tyna's being pampered.
And I'm left all alone in this stupid world of Zimbowea.
Perfect.