is it weird that while looking at an entire aisle of band-aid choices, i have to fight myself to not purchase the snoopy ones and to buy ones that are, er, more appropriate for my age? if you’re a first-time reader and don’t know me, the answer would probably be yes. if you do know me, the answer is most likely: ‘who are you kidding? do you honestly think you could exercise...
we have five tatoos each and there are donkey tails all over the wall– just another saturday night in union pier
i’m just going to chug this pinot– sam, of course
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well, hot dawg
i’ve been in new york for three days and i have yet to eat a hot dog. strange? yes, because it’s usually the first thing i do immediately upon arrival. baggage claim, taxi, hot dog stand. my dad does the same thing. a hot dog, a coke and lots of ketchup and mustard. yum. except he takes a limo. but no hot dog this time. i did, however, go see hair on broadway tonight. it took a little...
that’s a lot of hermes– i agreed, but i loved every inch
nellie, if you want a boyfriend: lose some weight– mildly wildly inappropriate dinner conversation
can we talk about naomi campbell’s penis?– wildly mildly inappropriate dinner conversation