Please stop sending me these. They make me feel sad.
Maybe in 1996 I would've pegged all my self-worth on how many saucily text-rendered Kisses™ I got,* but times've changed.
Now I measure my value by how often I'm reTweeted for saying stuff like this. All. Day. Long.
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* "7-9 freaken hot." Yeah, baby, yeah.
1 comment:
yes, those tweets were hot ang.
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