Sunday’s on the phone to Monday Tuesday’s on the phone to me
18 thoughts on “Sunday’s on the phone to Monday Tuesday’s on the phone to me”
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you know how apathetic your reader commenter’s are?
it will be worse with the wordpress login now
mom what the hell are you talking about no one needs to register to comment
yes they do ….. somethings changed, I had to register and log in to comment ……………
but back in the real world – you need to take a vacation, you look worn out from all that partying
this was a vacation and fuck you that is so rude, you dont need to register to comment.
thank you for ruining my day. I’ve also dropped weight and it makes me look more tired. mom dont even start on me either and working around the clock, bastards.
something must have happened to create a login, yes
teamemmen is missing a sensitivity chip
On that note though
and it isn’t about the photos on this post. Its something I experienced.
When I hit 30, I was getting alot of weekend party invites and one morning after a nighter I looked in the mirror and thought “I’m thinning and puffy at the same time” I have to give up these party invites because the mirror isn’t lying to me and time to get healthier.
So I did.
When you get to middle age, the camera doesn’t hide any of lifes experiences.
yes thank you everyone for knowledge i am already aware of
when you work and run your own business and have to do it all yourself, and NOW, that’s the breaks. i will have a real break when i enter the next phase of my voyage, so either help me or shut the fuck up with your tired eyes impressions and stories. it’s bitchy and catty and ugly. every woman i know looks haggard and has the work to show for it.
Jesus. The more things change, eh? Raymi. Raymi. Raymi. You have so much staying power, so much determination that only a fool or a liar would deny admiring you. But this is a sick world. I mean, I’m down here in the south and for edification, at night, I watch the Kardashian broads. Hoping that they make assholes out of themselves. Why? So that I’ll feel better about myself. You know how it works. You’ve made a living out of sharing your life. I am way too old to be writing this, but what the hell. Fuck the haters!
cretins who now email my clients and fuck with my livelihood.
Ooh, i love that dress! Your legs look one million miles long in it. In all honesty, though, i’ve been reading for 6 years now, and i’m too tired at the end of a long work day to read between the lines of your blog.
Geesh i put that comment on the wrong post
oh well
no worries come for the pics stay for the pics
True!
can i pleeeeease ask where you got those gray shoes?
had to log on to comment
you know how apathetic your reader commenter’s are?
it will be worse with the wordpress login now
mom what the hell are you talking about no one needs to register to comment
yes they do ….. somethings changed, I had to register and log in to comment ……………
but back in the real world – you need to take a vacation, you look worn out from all that partying
this was a vacation and fuck you that is so rude, you dont need to register to comment.
thank you for ruining my day. I’ve also dropped weight and it makes me look more tired. mom dont even start on me either and working around the clock, bastards.
something must have happened to create a login, yes
teamemmen is missing a sensitivity chip
On that note though
and it isn’t about the photos on this post. Its something I experienced.
When I hit 30, I was getting alot of weekend party invites and one morning after a nighter I looked in the mirror and thought “I’m thinning and puffy at the same time” I have to give up these party invites because the mirror isn’t lying to me and time to get healthier.
So I did.
When you get to middle age, the camera doesn’t hide any of lifes experiences.
yes thank you everyone for knowledge i am already aware of
when you work and run your own business and have to do it all yourself, and NOW, that’s the breaks. i will have a real break when i enter the next phase of my voyage, so either help me or shut the fuck up with your tired eyes impressions and stories. it’s bitchy and catty and ugly. every woman i know looks haggard and has the work to show for it.
Jesus. The more things change, eh? Raymi. Raymi. Raymi. You have so much staying power, so much determination that only a fool or a liar would deny admiring you. But this is a sick world. I mean, I’m down here in the south and for edification, at night, I watch the Kardashian broads. Hoping that they make assholes out of themselves. Why? So that I’ll feel better about myself. You know how it works. You’ve made a living out of sharing your life. I am way too old to be writing this, but what the hell. Fuck the haters!
we’ve come a long long way together through the hard times and the good… cheers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiXg_70rMeM
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wtf? you look awesome.
cretins who now email my clients and fuck with my livelihood.
Ooh, i love that dress! Your legs look one million miles long in it. In all honesty, though, i’ve been reading for 6 years now, and i’m too tired at the end of a long work day to read between the lines of your blog.
Geesh i put that comment on the wrong post
oh well
no worries come for the pics
stay for the pics 
True!
can i pleeeeease ask where you got those gray shoes?
tanis: sure, payless.