Mixed fucking signals.
Boyfriend: "Ooo, Jessica Alba is my woman!"
Me: *silence*
Boyfriend: "Angelina Jolie is my woman!"
Me: *silence*
Boyfriend: "Your friend Leann is kind of cute, if she lost a couple of pounds."
Me: *envisioning castrating boyfriend with a rusty, bloody knife*
OY.
On the brightside of things, I went to abercrombie and fitch for the first time in my life and fit into a size four. My ass and thighs are leaving! Hell. Yes.
Peace out bitches.
-Monika
Me: *silence*
Boyfriend: "Angelina Jolie is my woman!"
Me: *silence*
Boyfriend: "Your friend Leann is kind of cute, if she lost a couple of pounds."
Me: *envisioning castrating boyfriend with a rusty, bloody knife*
OY.
On the brightside of things, I went to abercrombie and fitch for the first time in my life and fit into a size four. My ass and thighs are leaving! Hell. Yes.
Peace out bitches.
-Monika