I'm just the cover of a pulp fiction novel.
Eighteen hours ago we walked around surrounded by breezy 70 degrees. Today, I woke up and it was snowing. It's funny how things can turn so cold so fast.
Marshall called me a ho, and I put it on repeat.
If I keep working to make myself harder, my eyes are going to lose their blue.
I need a drink.
I guess another slice of pumpkin pie will do. As long as I can pile on the whipped cream.
Mmm.
Eighteen hours ago we walked around surrounded by breezy 70 degrees. Today, I woke up and it was snowing. It's funny how things can turn so cold so fast.
Marshall called me a ho, and I put it on repeat.
If I keep working to make myself harder, my eyes are going to lose their blue.
I need a drink.
I guess another slice of pumpkin pie will do. As long as I can pile on the whipped cream.
Mmm.