I'm still referring to my need to steal everything that is not both nailed down and on fire.
...nailed down or on fire is fine.
I'm still referring to my need to steal everything that is not both nailed down and on fire.
...nailed down or on fire is fine.
Or hair???
She wouldn't let the fisherman look in her wooden box, so they came up with this while story about her being a foreign princess, married for convenience, and took an illicit lover, so they killed her lover and put his head in the box and set her to sea.
That is an insane amount of bananas details for "she has a box and won't let us see what's inside."
Fuck I want a cigarette now.
I am absolutely the bunny. Because I'm moisturized and just had my hair done, but I'm also completely done.
Think if it as a moral cancer.
I am like 2 seconds away from writing up a big "how to do a tea party" post. I'm one small push (and one friendly location) away from it.
I actually would tell my current boyfriend I was an assassin, but that's an n = 1 situation.
Both are equally in the realm of "rich" when compared to people living paycheck to paycheck.
Binged (the search engine) and binged (the eating disorder/content consumption method) look identical and this fucks me up.
It's way better to have a tea party. And you can have them by yourself.
I had one this morning with myself and some perfectly brewed tea and some English muffins and my very most favorite earthenware mug.
There's a whole thing about little girls having tea parties with their stuffed animals. You don't need other people or even stuffed animals!
Is it? You didn't use any.