Oooh, I love that doing-weird-shit-on-Ambien stuff (as long as I’m not doing it).
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Looks like the post is gone now. What did I miss?
That is . . .oddly specific.
As an old who’s always fascinated at the youngs in their crazy-high and thin stilettos, I couldn’t stop watching that GIF of Kim K and Saint. As she’s squat-hopping back, she very nearly snaps her left heel. Plus, my knees hurt watching this squat-scoot maneuver.
I call it the shit-and-run.
Thank you.
Nose and lips are completely different.
I don’t know about that. . .
In the 80s, my ex-husband won a $100 gift certificate to Toys ‘R Us for his frantic over-the-phone “pix”ing. Even with that major childhood accomplishment, our marriage fell apart. ;)
According to her FB page, she has a young daughter and her father is/was on the Houston police force. So.
Came here for this. It’s all so intentionally, professionally cabin-cozy and then BAM!
At least she had a good guy for a husband.
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Did anyone find this yet?
This entire piece was so compelling and timely that I picked and bit and chewed my way through it. Just this morning I resorted to googling “skin picking” and “lip biting” because, even though I’ve always destroyed the skin on my thumbs and inside my cheeks, lately I’m picking at my skin like a meth head. And peeling…
Perfect.
She’s excited.
What is happening here?
Oh, man. Hardly recognize her now. Donna, what’d you do?