.. and a bottle of Jose, of course. Be well, my pretties, for I am not. The first week of the year has come after me and tackled me to the ground. And I, obliging 2009 it’s first blows and serving up first blood on a silver platter, shall remain on the ground wallowing in pity and misery. I don’t care if future plans don’t push through or behavioral breakthroughs beat down my door. 2008 fuckery just caught up with me even with my grim determination to leave it all behind. So I might as well do myself a favor and give it to that old time religion of PMS. And what better way to push me over the edge than PERFECTION PERSONIFIED? This is a win-win situation. You get some T&A and I get to be stubbornly depressed.
Marisa Miller for your viewing pleasure.
*hands tissue*
You’re welcome.
