Fuck Peter Pan!

He's a fucking asshole! How DARE he try to play you on a fucking text message! How RUDE! You are gorgeous, glamorous, and got it going on! You can have any damned man you want - so kick this fucker to the curb with his bitch-ass! You can do SO much better! And you're right, and I'm right with you on finding a "so-so". Fuck being head over heels in love, and fuck being treated like a doormat. I just want the "magic middle". Someone who can fuck my brains out, then leave me the hell alone, but still buy me stuff and treat me like a queen. Is that too much to ask?

My mom needs to be in a home somewhere. Her bank account is fine. I called the 24-hour banking line and they confirmed it must have been a scam call, which I already knew because when I checked her caller ID it said the call came from Quebec. But her cash is still gone, and we know my sister took it. But that's what you get when you let a crack-head stay at your damned house!

Did you seem my pics on the other page? That's a Tennessee lawn baby! It took me an 1:15 and I was sweating and breathing hard the entire time. And it wasn't even hot outside!

AND - guess who can fit her goal pants? And guess who doesn't like them now that they DO fit, and will most likely never wear them? That would be me...