What should we get my four-turning-five-this-Monday year old for his birthday? I think he would be heartbroken if we actually did buy the Polly pocket and barbie like we have been
enh! I have felt like crap all freaking evening. Stupid head.
I took the buttons off my keyboard because somehow coffee, a lot of coffee, spilt all over it. Then I had to go downstairs and take a picture of the keyboard down there to get them back on right.
I still screwed it up.
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Fuck this is a boring post. I need something exciting besides the six hundred pound lady in sausage casing jeans that she slit deliberately... this was not an accidental overdose of cellulite, she did it voluntarily! On the ass cheeks. And on other worse places I am trying to forget.
I can still see the jiggle.
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