Time to Call It A Life.
Part of me was genuinely terrified when I wrote this yesterday, because I was worried it could fall on its face — completely — and then, I’m just The Worst. I even felt sleazy when writing it. But then this morning someone told me I should basically retire, because I’ll never write a finer sentence in my life than
So this wasted famous chick is like, be a cokehead and we’re all like WOAH SLOW DOWN HONEY we haven’t even pulled our dicks out yet!
And at this point if I get hit by a truck or have my hands mangled by a lawnmower today, I think I’m good to go.
