Thank you, Brattus Rattus, friend from the internets, and also my dear friend Cherry for pointing out how truly fucked up my stomach has been, and for a long time at that. No thanks to my parents or the non-BF because, in his words, I never listen to them. (Okay, you all were right, too.
Sitting in this overpriced airport restaurant, I notice the woman across the way from me has Meg Ryan’s hair from “French Kiss.” Only not in an adorable way. Come to think of it, Meg Ryan’s hair wasn’t that adorable, either. Stupid movie, too. “Lactose INTOLERANT!!!” My terrier mix could have written better dialogue. ***** Meg
I’m gonna stretch beyond the lazy ass boundaries that I have set lately and do a Totally Random Tuesday: I don’t get these immature motherfuckers on Facebook, all fighting and shit. I’ve seen so many of them in the past few weeks. Just wondering why they have so much time on their hands to pick
What’s on at four a.m.? FUCKING INFOMERCIALS. I guess the TV gods know we need to be put to sleep if we’re up that late. I’ve already ordered: a ShamWow, some Ginsu Knives, a Shark Sonic Duo, a few Bumpits, some Wen for my Bumpit Fabulous Hair, two Hawaii Chairs (because one is just not