I’m coming clean here about a very small, albeit insignificant part of my life.
Being a Queen Bee is very difficult. People don’t realize this.
Conditions don’t improve, even though I control all the things.
Mad about a thing? Want to make a documentary about it and upset a lot of other people too?
In a hyperbolic nutshell of an amalgamation of biased memories and selective recall, this is my typical experience when dealing with physicians.
Heyterz – I don’t wanna start a fight. I just want to turn your cherries out.
5. 36 is the age when I become too old for men my own age.
Before I answered “petite,” and now I’m stumped on how to describe my current body type, so I often rely on the old standard – celestial – since I have the measurements of a sultry, heaving planet.