Monday, November 21

You don't bring me flowers anymore

In fact, you bitches never brought me flowers and here I've brought you 90 different blogs. That's a serious bouquet, people. Add one more to the arrangement: Not a Shrinking Violet. But, uh, she's serious about that "not shrinking" part; she even has something to say to her hair: "I have a bone to pick with you. This shouldn’t be a surprise, considering you’re an asshole." Sure, I anthropomorphize my locks, too, but I feel like my hair is less of an asshole and more of a lazy bitch who won't do anything no matter what I do. Bygones. I really picked Liv because of her three-way with Nordstrom's and J. Jill. Or because she loves Dylan. Clearly a woman of discerning taste.

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