Well, my Dad pulled my husband aside to ask him if I had a crack problem. A fucking crack problem of all things! Sure he knows I like my weed, but he's asked me before if I've ever done anything else and I said no. The answer is still no. How embarrassing. I've been on a diet since last October and they're freaking out because I'm a size 12 currently. My goal is a 6. How wrong is that?
I'm counting the days until I move. I can't stand this shit.
I'm counting the days until I move. I can't stand this shit.