My favourite part of every night is when I rub on my foot cream (I have dry skin patches on my feet and sometimes they bleed a little, yep its never
not tmi-time here in my world) while I look blankly into the night sky and desire fondly the coming seconds when I will plonk myself and surrender to my bed, and play bejewelled on my phone until I fall asleep. Is this really my life? Its. Kinda SAD. I wish I was 45
already and heavily divorced so I could feel justified enough to just give up and give into totally transforming into male Liz Lemon.
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