When people are always super nice to you before they like wax your vagina hoping their words will be the balm for your roaring coin purse and they’re SO not – but worse.
sigh I mean, I haven’t really felt like doing much today. Much in the way of constructive, adult stuff, anyway. Like, I totally want to go meet John at Sierra and talk about all the wonderfully useless shit in each other’s lives that we’ve missed, for some reason, because, life, or whatever. And at Sierra […]