I’m just frickin exhausted and I can’t seem to shake it. Today I actually used the phrase “death sure sounds nice”.
Also, strangely enough, turns out that I have an alarming number of things in common with Diane Sawyer:
---> "...[After work], I’m never seen out of sweatpants or jeans,"
---> " ... I grow progressively more deranged as the day goes on. I usually end up with paper clips in my hair and things stapled to me and those Post-it things on my shirt. At the end of the day, I am my own personal freak show."
6 comments:
Um, I believe that I already have provided the answer to weight loss...you silly silly girl..why wont you listen?
dagince -
was it dumping your significant other?
j/k man...it was there, had to take it.
Meanwhile, bear bear...26 hours is moving right along, but the special number 26 days!
WOO HOO!!!!! Viva....Las Gaygus! Let's see a bukkake show!
(I just wanted to say bukkake, as it seems to be my word of the week)
yay! I'm a sicko! a sicko that has one more quiz and then I'm as free as the lips of a friend.
That's right...I went there
HA! :)
i've eaten 50 couissants in 32 hours. how are all of these people so damn skinny.....
and when do we see a new post? before or after you sim tonight?
and you ARE simmin' babydoll
I only lie in poker and to my parents, my dear.
As you know, I can't lie to you...or is that a lie? =*
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