Marisa and I are fucking fierce.
Slaps for anyone who says fierce unless they are Tyra Banks.
Edit: No, even her.
Girl: Okay…so…can you make me a lemon drop martini?
Let’s stop right there. Look around the fucking bar. Do you see a shit-load of people there? They don’t want to see me spending so much fucking time to make one shitty martini. Sugar the rim. Chill the glass. Pour the liquor. Squeeze the lemon. Shake. Empty the ice from the martini glass. Strain the martini. Garnish. Serve.
Yes, it must be so frustrating having to do your job.
I’m just going to sit back here and relax after that winner.
-black cats
-open windows
-the number thirteen
-wildflowers
-the king of hearts
-strangers with a twinkle in their eye
-slapping you
-slapping you
-slapping you
-slapping you
-slapping you
-slapping you
GPOYW - ‘06 old school. This was the beginning of the short hair. I dropped the fro and haven’t let it grow out since.
If I slap you hard enough, will you stop posting pictures of yourself?
Sometimes I feel like I’d be a lot nicer if someone would start loving me.
How would you feel if someone would start slapping you?
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