You know the ones,
Relentlessly checking their followers
Telling others how to run their blog, twitter, Instagram, etc
Making sure the ratio of followers to people they follow is higher
The misguided who think they’re Internet famous
Ain’t nobody got time for that. And by nobody, I mean me!
Fixing this should be fun.
They didn’t appreciate my sarcasm when I notified them via email that evidently hell has wi-fi and I must be using it.
As you can tell by the look of disgust on my face, I hate putting up with this kid.
3 weeks later, and a 1/2 pd of makeup and the bruising is still visible. I went out for girls night anyway, but I felt the need to explain the bruises. I didn’t want anyone to think I had been beaten. I’ve put up with some stupid shit in the past, but never that.
I still have stitches under the skin that are dissolving. Last night I discovered how much they hurt when I laugh really hard, but it was worth it.
Happy 1st Birthday Daisy!!
I just passed an artist at his easel sketching roadkill onthe side of the road.
Not related: stitches are out!!
I start playing around with the Internet and now I’m going to be late to get my stitches out!!!
I get the stitches out today!!!!!
You must’ve done something right in a previous life to come back as a spoiled dog. It’s 9:00am and she doesn’t have a care in the world.
I’d say I’d like to be a dog, but I’d end up in a commercial with Sarah someone singing in the background.
