My aforementioned niece has now scribbled this on her web site: "I am tired of my clothes not fitting."
Boo freakin' hoo.
Why do I torture myself by looking at it? I've got to stop. But it's like when you're a kid, and you keep wiggling your loose tooth, even when it's all sore and bloody. It's compulsive.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
would you like some cheese with that whine?
Posted by one-hit_wonder at 1:03 a.m.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)




0 comments:
Post a Comment