Last night I went to yoga class and when everyone was supposed to be resting and clearing their heads I was thinking about which suicide girls to pick as my favorites. It kinda reminded me of when I was little and i would pick certain stuffed animals to sleep with - some would get to sleep by my pillow and the other ones would have to sleep by my feet. Then I would do this rotation thing so that the stuffed animals by my feet wouldn't feel so bad and would get a chance at the coveted pillow position. In retrospect the stuffed animals don't give a fuck where they are on my favorite list and neither do the nice ladies at Suicide girls. But I do - so yay me!
toiletooth:
don't sass.