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Waiting for the day when someone tweets about me and says I'm horribly underfollowed.
"You know the Xanax is fresh when it's hard to break in half"
Someone really just said to me.
As if I didn't already know that. Please.
Truthful Tuesday: Sometimes I hold in my pee until it hurts, to show myself how tough I can be.
Sometimes I just hold it because I'm lazy.
If Ellen Page is a lesbian, how did she wind up all pregnant as a teenager?
What is the government not telling us?
Nobody's impressed that you're sitting on a Pilates ball in your cubicle. Go ahead and put that shit away.
I liked the show 'Two Broke Girls' better when it was called 'Laverne & Shirley'.
Plan To Fix Obesity in America: Mandate salads on the dollar menu & make the double cheeseburgers $5.79 instead. You're welcome, Mrs. Obama.
A guy I follow twittercided last night. He twitted warning signs and even left a 'cide tweet, but none of us listened.
None of us listened.
Packed with peanuts, Snickers really satisfies. The urge to have an anaphylactic reaction.
I'm at my douchiest when I'm at the holistic pet store debating over whether to get my dogs organic banana treats or organic sweet potatoes.
If I have to scroll & scroll & scroll down your timeline to find one original tweet that isn't a RT, what the fuck are you even doing here?
I don't kiss people when I greet them because it seems pretentious & phony.
If you get a shaky hug, that's about as much as I have to give.
Just stop, people who drive with your convertible's top down but leave your windows up.
Thanks, Pantene, for emailing me this complimentary coupon for a free hair cut at Wal*Mart.
I'd rather beavers take their teeth to my hair.
Oh Twitter. I missed you today. Let's make up for lost time.
I want to drop kick people who sit on the same side of the booth/table at restaurants.
Searching for jobs online is like searching for porn. You're going to find very little of what you desire and a lot of it seems super shady.
I think I’ve spilled more tequila down my bra today than down my throat.
Whatevs. I’m okay with it.
Last night a dude I followed live tweeted his acid trip. Tonight I've got a dude live tweeting his overdose.
This place is fucking awesome.
I call myself a writer because have a blog. I can dance and kick really fast. I do stuff with animals for money. http://instagram.com/raanonsense