People like to pretend on television. That poor excuse of an "interview" has always made me want to stab.
Your writing is good, "dude," don't worry. You know, you're the only girl that reads this blog besides sexyvixen who is occasionally a female. It's a boys club, lol. I still need to post your songs. It usually takes me like 3 months or more to do everything, I'm such a fuck up. I still haven't even sent people their "Christmas" gifts and it's the middle of March.
Thanks. Re-reading what I've written is comparable to the discomfort felt when a speculum is used to spread open any orifice.I feel like girls are usually more interested in things like incessant attention and sephora. And probably instagram as well.At least your blog has a "following", I think. You and Hollywood Daddy are the only ones who know about mine and that's fine.I know someone who is a bigger fuck up than you in that regard, lololol. She made like 80 Christmas portrait card thingies, addressed and stamped them, and never sent them out but did post a picture of them on facebook in February.You're a winner in my book.
Read this comment thread while imagining both of you in crop tops and panties.
Seems like the most appropriate thing to do at this point.
Cuuuuuuuute. I died for a few days, and didn't look at my blog or emails. To say my bog has a "following" would be hyperbolic, I think. It's more like, I have 15-20 friends who read it to feel better about their own lives/make sure I haven't overdosed. Not sure. Added note, I'm actually obsessed with crop tops.
What the fuck are friends.More notes: I feel the same way about panties.