i can live vicariously through your blog posts about encounters with men. please, continue.
just so you get a mental image of me:
it is 2:34 pm and i am wearing pajamas and a bathrobe. my hair is up in a badly made bun that says 'i don't give a hoover dam.' i'm wearing glasses and no makeup and i've got this big juicy whitehead on my cheek that wants to give you a kiss. i need a pedicure, i need a manicure. i need a head transplant.
i should probably go to yoga today but i just want to sit here, indian-style, with my laptop and the world wide web.
thank goodness for carbs.
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