Last week. I woke up and I was like I want to be judged and not accepted by most of society and denied basic human rights. I thought it would be fun to not be allowed to get married and to be called rude names when I’m with the person I love. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
La pessima idea del giorno: pulire il frigorifero. Me ne sono pentito 2.5 secondi dopo aver iniziato e sto ancora tirando giù le componenti delle girl band degli anni d’oro (sono a Lindsay delle B*witched).