Centrefold
Edit:
Speaking of the celebrity life, I had my first run-in with a stalker today. Well, not really, but it was pretty fucking creepy to be studying in my room with my windows wide open (hello, sunshine!) and seeing a man looking at me from my roof. He had a legitimate reason, like cleaning out my gutters or something menial like that, but you'd think they'd warn a girl of potential peepers.
(Zee was the only one who figured out the implied question of this post: if you could live life like a magazine, which would it be?)
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Another chapter over. Time to tuck away those vomit-splattered, heart-shattered, school-battered pages and crack open a new book.
On second thought, fuck books. Time to live life like a magazine. A glossy one.
Speaking of the celebrity life, I had my first run-in with a stalker today. Well, not really, but it was pretty fucking creepy to be studying in my room with my windows wide open (hello, sunshine!) and seeing a man looking at me from my roof. He had a legitimate reason, like cleaning out my gutters or something menial like that, but you'd think they'd warn a girl of potential peepers.
(Zee was the only one who figured out the implied question of this post: if you could live life like a magazine, which would it be?)
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Another chapter over. Time to tuck away those vomit-splattered, heart-shattered, school-battered pages and crack open a new book.
On second thought, fuck books. Time to live life like a magazine. A glossy one.