You have to eat them to honor them but I hate the sugar egg taste of those things. It coupled well with a Prom date that didn’t work out ‘cause my crushes land on men in drag; Orlando in that platinum wig bloomed in my fifth grade knickers, but that don’t make my sex life any clearer. It’s hazy as ever these days.
Babysat a baby for a couple hours. Confirmed ‘Vacancy’ is the sign I want lightin’ up my womb. If I were a demon though, I’d birth my babies in a beach bathroom among the centipedes and roaches. Sustenance aplenty.
I know it’s been a little while since I surfaced on the blogosphere but my lashes been different since January and I’m searching for a mascara to fix a broken heart.
On the upside, I no longer have to save my pretty underwear for anyone.