It is days like today, when my whole body aches as a virus surges through me, that I regret being single. All that I need right now is a lap to crawl into; someone to stroke my hair gently as if I were a lazy cat.
You want to know something sad? Being a preschooler again really is my goal in life. I think I have more in common with five year olds than I do twenty-five year olds.
But enough of that. {in drunken frat boy voice} SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!!
I can stand being serious for no longer than sixty second increments.
But enough of that. {in drunken frat boy voice} SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!!
I can stand being serious for no longer than sixty second increments.