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Life is odd. I would prefer to let my Twitter friends know me in real life than let my real friends know me in twitter life.
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My husband burnt $8/lb bacon tonight. DID YOU HEAR ME? HE COOKED, BITCHES!!!

I ate it and smiled.
When MY mom told me about sex, she left out: it feels good, it's fun, and do a lot of guys before marriage. I'll do better with my girl.
I left time on the office microwave to fuck with the OCD people in the office.
8 yr-old grl: that plane crash... Did they all die?
Hubs: yes, they all died.
Grl: ...
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Grl: I guess there a lot of houses for sale.
I'm magical. I cooked little, barely cleaned up, and scored a big pile of leftovers. Wait, is this what it feels like to be a man?
I'm so fucking perplexed as to why the laundry is not done. I was tweeting about it at 9 am. That should count for something.
Another reason it is great to be a woman: These breasts. Elaboration unnecessary.
You won't believe the nightmare I just had! I was 40, had two kids, was pregnant, there was 30" of snow outside plus 20" forecast!

Wait.
Life would be so much easier if I simply threw deserving people under the bus.
Awesome! I found a fathers day card that doesn't say all that gushy stuff about how great a dad you are. No need to lie to the asshole.
This meeting is killing me. Please dm naked pictures of yourselves.
I have met my enemy, and its name is gravity.
Both kids ready to go and waiting ten minutes ahead of schedule.

Fate, I await your evil and tortuous payback later in the day.
Wow dude. You really need a bro-ssiere.
I was going to make a list called people-I-follow. But then I realized I already have one.
Damn. I'm picking up stuff I really need at the grocery store and forgot my list. I only remember "emergency chocolate."
Sometimes a star means Ha ha you made a funny tweet. Sometimes it means Hey, hang in there honey. Other times it is just a pity star.
Raindrops on my bedroom window pane are like bed glue.
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