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Flirted with a cute CVS cashier. My smile said "I'm available." The triple pack of maxi pads I bought said "I'm not pregnant."

Nailed it.
If my friends really cared about me, they'd accept me for who I am: an antisocial homebody who never wants to spend time with them.
How do men keep track of how long it's been since they've had a date? I mean, women can just measure their leg hair.
Dear dudes who are smart and hot and awesome and madly in love with me: please start existing.
I'm not worried. I have faith that one day, I'll meet a man who finds crippling insecurity and social ineptitude just darling.
Sometimes I feel pretty accomplished. Then I remember how often I have to sing myself the alphabet song.
Oh, snow. You're the prettiest thing I hate so fucking much.
I better not hear any Christmas music at the mall tomorrow. If I do, so help me, I will bop my head and sing along with such anger.
Life would probably be easier if I were good at things.
I really want a signature scent. Anyone know of a perfume that captures the essence of wasted potential? And lilacs?
Happy Discounted Candy Day Eve, everyone!
On a budget? Don't pay to see Avatar in 3D. Just get hammered and rent FernGully.
It's okay, Canada. It happens to lots of host nations.
I just found $20 under my bed! My god, my room is so desperate to be cleaned, it's paying me. THE PLAN WORKED.
At my apartment, we play The Floor is Covered in Lava every day! Except the lava is laundry. And you can step on it.
I used to be an art major. Then I became an English major. Now I'm in library school. Maybe I'm allergic to financial security.
Today was the day I finally became that woman in Walmart who talks to her keys.
You know what would really improve this library? An open bar.
I've entered the "Cries at Geico commercials" phase of PMS. Those poor cavemen have been through so much.
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