listen, Geppetto made a marionette to replace his dead son, so technically Pinocchio is “mourning wood.”
twice now the building diva has stormed off angrily after i spoke up in defense of myself, she gets one more, then i unhinge my jaw and finish her.
there are two types of people in the world, those who have to go to Walmart, and those who get to go to Walmart.
i kicked the back of her seat ONE time
reverse girlcow, because i’m drunk.
the prophecies have been fulfilled
i’m just a girl, standing in front of a fan, talking into it so i sound like a robot.
i’m in bed naked with my two favourite men on earth, ben and jerry.
what could possibly go wrong?
