Diary, it is wrong to want man who listen to me and who also have boobies?
Strap in, you worthless feelings of Monday-morning dread, we’re going groomzilla-ing.
Burned as a witch for suggesting to my doctor that uterus-ghosts cannot be cured by spitting at them.
Read the mystic bubbles and behold the future! Besides the stomach upset — that’s a given.
She sheds are all the rage! And you know what goes with all that extreme rage you’re probably feeling as a “she”? It’s definitely not murder or mayhem, little lady.