“You don’t talk about your rate, Michelle. Never talk about your rate.”
“OH MY GOD!!!” we both screamed as the girl in the low-cut black sequined dress scratched my back to get a closer look at Justin Bieber.
It gives you a little reminder every day that’s like, “Hey! It’s not a bad life, it’s just your Depression.”
Here’s a hint: not supplements
Let me guess: Your favorite author is Isaac Asimov?
“You could go right now, but I don’t think you’re ready,” he said. How insane for someone else to tell me that I’m not ready?
“This isn’t working,” my dad said, as he re-applied the creme he bought at some random drug store to his foot.