To the nice guy that tried to help me with my groceries Thursday night – I am so sorry for being a cranky rude bitch to you. I really could’ve used the help, but I was tired and a woman, so usually when tall men walk up to me in Halifax, it’s a bum, crazy person, or an old creep. You looked like a genuinely nice person, so I felt bad for several hours afterwards. —Girl With Neon Pink Stockings and Lots of Groceries
This article appears in Dec 1-7, 2011.
Neon pink stockings, you say? *le swoon*
I was tired… and a woman… so I was a bitch.
sounds about right.
lots of groceries you say????
*PK swoon*
HA HA
Obviously *eyeroll*
Not like YOUR ass couldn’t stand to lose a few pounds.
not my ass… no.
There’s too many damn calories in alcohol.
yeah, I’m back on the tuna train…
high protein and fish oil should help get me in a better shape for the beach season.
Fine then. Your gut.
And your head kinda, too. You have some fat rolls on your head too.
I don’t eat anything but apples, chicken and rice these days. Everything else makes me sick.
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S’about right.
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AHAHAHA.
No. fucking. comment.
😉