I never thought I could actually drink three cases of Diet Dr. Pepper, but sadly, I’ve proven myself wrong.
For sleeping in until 3pm. Actually, I don’t feel guilty. I feel rested.
Assure me that my little boobs will never sag like Gwyneth’s little saggers.
Think that I won’t add you to my annoy list. Ain’t nobody exempt.
Right now, right as I’m lying in bed drinking coffee and watching “I Love Lucy,” the dog across the hall is crying. When I say crying I mean hollering in a desperate, currently-being-beaten sort of way. I’m not concerned, really, because he hollers like this twice a day, everyday. And I know he’s not being [...]