this weekend i need a roomy shirt. a long, loose shirt with stretched sleeves. a shirt i can leave untucked so i don’t fret about a stomach not sucked in. sleeves to hide freakish goosebumps. whom appear even when doppler reads 80 degrees. warm (to some). this...
seriously. if you could promise me this face? that hair? those eyes and apple pie cheeks? put a knife and fork in me, i’m done. smitten beyond words. i need this baby girl!! and i need her NOW!!!! click image for source Similar posts:back to our regularly...
she’s just all kinds of cool i will never be. here’s a wicked-rad wednesday tune for you. Similar posts:let me break it downWhat Dinner Looks Like When HH Works Latewellness wednesdayit's friday i'm in...
parties give me a turn. although i have every intention of belle-ing it up, by the fourth round of it’s kind of like pilates, i’m ready to lie in front of the next oncoming speeding train. i can’t remedy this anxiety. i’m most certainly a...
on hands and knees i’ve remained for the last twenty-four hours. as of press time i’ve thrown up 31 times. water, perrier, 7-up, orange crush, orange juice, root beer; nothing is taming this bug. i wish i could actually enjoy this trip down carbonation...
seriously, if the unemployment figures aren’t scary enough, check out this shit show: commercial photographer, susan anderson is currently displaying “high glitz,” a three year treasure chest of embryonic “beauty” contestants captured in...
