SugarCoatedBitch
SugarCoatedBitch
SugarCoatedBitch

I wasn't even trying to be remotely nice...I was just too stunned to even react properly. He left as the sun was coming up, and at that point, I was like..."yeah. go. now. while you can still walk"

Haha! I love yours!
Well...he lay low for bit and random day, a year or so AFTER she had returned , she got a letter from him sent to her parents place. It was full of stories of how great his life was. He said that he was the station manager at a local radio station (not true), that he was making a ton of money (not

He broke up with me when he was still inside me. Mid-thrust he blurts out that we can't continue. There was a long story about sexual dysfunction (his), porn addiction (his), blah blah...eventually he started sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher.

My best friend did the same thing. A year later dude was still calling friends and relatives asking if we knew her return date so he could surprise her...or maybe even get her mailing address (this was before email was the norm for everyone)...which she never gave to him.

Me watching this video...

No. You can't sit with us.

Oprah? Stop trying to make Lindsay happen.

Canadian of Barbadian descent.

Dear Casting Gods:

Please gif gods. Make this a gif. Thank you.

I don't get it. Why couldn't it be Cecily and Michael as the anchors?

what the hell is on Miley's chest? And I don't mean the pasties.

Reading this at my desk.

Now playing

And if I only could/I'd make a deal with God/And I'd get him to swap our places/Be running up that road/Be running up that hill/Be running up that building...

This. Is. Not. About. You.

Totally agree. Not everyone has to like it. But it bothers me when she is called a "DJ" . It's like calling William Hung a singer.

#FuckYeahCanada

Oil money.