Baby steps, Amanda. Baby steps.
So how does one cope? What are the victims left with to feel any semblance of retribution, of closure?
Was that you, Sam Goudie, who visited me in my nightmare last night? Cloaked in a black veil, you called yourself death. When I asked to see your face you de-robed yourself, projectile vomited on me, and screamed “YOLO Bitchez”.
I’ve never even walked a runway unless you count every time I’ve ever walked anywhere in my life.
— McKeen, you shit-eating freak. I warned you not to write that vicious trash about me —
Sure, she may have procured Chris Farley’s heart and soul after he passed, but she was married to Kurt Cobain.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.
I’ll never forget the first time a boyfriend of mine farted in front of me
And I say, well you don’t understand my movies? Well I don’t understand my movies!