THOUGHTS THAT INVOLVE NUMBERS
I've been dating my beau for 11 months, but if you're one of those people who prefer to measure in babies, according to my math, that's one newborn and an eight-week-old fetus.
The other day, I woke up at 7:51 am. The alarm was set for 8, but I woke up early because my boyfriend was raping me in my sleep. It was weird too, because I'd been having a dream that I was in a loving, respectful relationship.
I purchased stamps today, they cost $6.66. I can finally stop blaming the government for the shitty service at the post office. (sidenote: I bet less postal workers would kill themselves if satan just told them to stop.)