I’m not physically sick. Just sick of hearing myself think.
I’ll be back when I’m no longer feeling existential.
Don’t worry. It’s probably nothing some chocolate ice cream and a chick flick won’t fix.
A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I’m not physically sick. Just sick of hearing myself think.
I’ll be back when I’m no longer feeling existential.
Don’t worry. It’s probably nothing some chocolate ice cream and a chick flick won’t fix.
i know the fucking feeling — sometimes the blog is like your annoying kid brother who CONSTANTLY NEEDS ATTENTION.
feel free to backhand me if it’ll make you feel better.