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Wearing a fur coat, eating cheesecake. All upperclass n shit. My Sunday night on the couch report.
Just unfollowed the last of the celebs that brought me to Twitter in the 1st place. All I'm left with is you weirdos -just how I likes it.
Relationship Status: Tassimo steamed milk used in the sidekicks I'm eating out of the pot.
Even if we never speak again, you're all twisted around my insides. We're stuck.
BFs xmas bonus was 2x my annual salary. If I don't nail him down w an unplanned pregnancy, the next skank will. Riteguys?
Bitch please. I can remove 90% of your so-called 'beauty' with a kleenex.