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Daughter saw a photo of me at 18 and asked who the pretty girl was.
I told her it was her real mother that died giving birth to her.
They have tracking on facebook so your family and friends know where you are? If I wanted them to know where I was I would answer my phone.
A friend told me I take twitter way too seriously.
Don't worry, I unfollowed her.
I've reached the stage of maturity where I no longer wish that people I hate would die.
I wish them married instead.
Dear California,
Try prostitution next time. Everyone likes that shit.
Love,
Nevada
Being poor is a condition. Being trash is a CHOICE.
Now. Bust out the boxed wine, bitches.
Diamonds are NOT forever you lose them in the divorce. You know what is forever? BABIES. Babies are for fucking ever.
Also, stretch marks.
I used to hate being carded but if I got carded now I think it would feel like a blow job from god.
Q: You are traveling into the past, what one thing would you bring back?
SEXY.
I am so getting an A on this History paper.
Someone told me that I am vain, shallow and materialistic. But she was so ugly I just disregarded it.
I like twitter for the same reason I like living in Las Vegas: there is never an inappropriate time to be wasted.
You know how schools collect soup labels and shit to raise money? They should put that shit on beer & wine labels. EDUCATION CRISIS AVERTED.
I don't WANT to get pulled over, but can't say I wouldn't like to be handcuffed and thrown over the hood of a car....
I refuse to acknowledge the existence of any problem that can't be solved with alcohol, a murder or a flat iron.
Now the "walk of shame" is dragging the glass recycle bin outside. Filled exclusively with beer bottles. Then repeating that. Twice.
Apparently pessimism shortens your life. I guess that means I'm dying. That sucks. Too late for optimism, then.