jurassicafletcher
JurassicaFletcher
jurassicafletcher

That's not how this works. You can just paint yourself to be a victim in a 50/50 relationship (even if you were an amputee!) and not fess up for what you did wrong. Throwing strong words like the suggestion of suicide, death-in-general, and shame-all-around align to mal-attempts at a configuration of faux

uh, no.

word!

OMG change your tampon. This is ridiculous.

I'm kinda outraged at how much attention this guy is getting because some unspoken girl broke up with him for an undisclosed reason. Not sorry.

God, I love my boys a little scruffy, skuzzy, trailer-trashy. MC MARRY ME.

I went to College of Charleston. This is my two cents for recs based on budgets:

If you were a female posting on a male-dominant website in stead of this actualized converse, you would likely be told that you a) must have done something wrong, b) need to quit begging for attention, c) critiqued for omitting pertinent details, d) asked your measurements e) home town, f) height, weight and ethnicity

I don't know. Susan Smith was a touch more ominous in my opinion.

Addy would have totally fixed her own broken leg.

Dude, we were cool kids, man. Never before has history been so engrossing! There are some haters out there, but to them I say: these are American Girls, not Soviet Russia Dolls! Matryoshka might be the original collectible doll? There's an argument there, some where...

ME TOO!!!!!!! Addy taught me how to make Hoppin' John and how to avoid bloodhounds! (Sorry)

Sometimes, maybe. I donated my Kirsten doll two years ago to a charity auction benefitting children's kidney dialysis. She brought in around $45. Wish I had done some research! Could have done more, apparently! :)

So. Effing. Classy.

Holy shit. They should make AG clothes in grown up sizes.

Same. We were broke (which is why I didn't get a AG doll until I begged for one for two Christmases straight — mom and dad wanted to be sure it was worth the money?) and I ended up getting a Kirsten instead of the Addy I so desperately wanted. True story: that Christmas, my family left me a fake IOU from Santa under

OMG YAAASS. For Colonial Day in the 3rd grade, one of my classmates wore the Felicity dress and I think every single girl in the our elementary school was paralyzed with an intense and deliberate jealousy.

Did you ever use any of their craft/cook books? Those things were COOL AS HELL. I planted my first Victory garden because of Molly, and at Christmas I still puncture oranges and clementines with whole cloves, just like Felicity taught me. Loved, loved, LOVED those.

I asked for the Addy doll and got Kirsten instead because I my family thought I looked like her. How do you like that? Kirsten was my least favorite! I donated that bitch to a charity auction two years ago, and until this very moment I had not regretted it.

I read this whole story waiting for the word "Spartanburg" to pop up and lo, there it is, right at the end. I fucking knew it. This is my hometown.