I want my bed. On the last chapter of my psych book. So close and yet so far. Wah.
Telling me you don’t care about me at all but then telling me you want to have sex with me. You win! Let’s fuck!
Feeling so far from sexy, but so close to happy.
The FDA is reviewing whether the maker of Plan B needs to change its label.
I have a friend who knows about this project and as soon as he heard, he requested that I include googly eyes in one of the photos. So of course I said, “Sure! Buy me some and I’ll stick ‘em on!” I think this photo is weirdly adorable, almost like a little teddy bear. Also, I think maybe I’ll leave the eyes stuck on there all day today. Just in case someone happens to pull my pants down, they’ll find stick on eyeballs. It’s the little things in life.