Goodlooking, smart talking, sleek as fuck, and really quite adoring of me (that’s kind of a thing for me).
I just want to put on some red lipstick and fuck me pumps and rule the world! Thanks for the absurd ego centric confidence, Mom, and for the tits as well. :D
Maybe I should be a better person and exponentially less fucking insane and I wouldn’t have to deal with that.
It is utterly ineffective at achieving my ends. Like fuck man, I am so tired of chasing, I am really really ready not to give a fuck, but I keep failing at that! Kill me kill me kill me.
My unequivocal favorite right now. It’s so cheery and lovely, I’m solo dance partying in my apartment….j’adore.
Especially the next morning drunk ones. I think that must be a thing because I think since I SHOULD be sober in the morning that I am and therefore the outrageous things I think are reasonable, but then I realize…no, they’re really not. Because I’m drunk. at 9 in the morning.
I just want some pure, physical entertainment.
I don’t have to work tomorrow.
Now I’m going to make a mint vodka soda and take it in the shower with me!