Sure, the cashier at Trader Joe’s didn’t flirt with me and yes, I am spiraling about my mortality because of it but at least I have what’s left of my dignity and a tub of dark chocolate peanut butter cups
(you’ll pay for this, Tim)
not me paying a seventy five dollar copay to get absolutely ROASTED by my dermatologist anyway if anyone needs me I’ll be getting bangs*
*botox. I am in decay
online shopping is fun because they’re like “here it is on our model! Angélique is 5’11” with a 22 inch waist. Based on our size chart this skirt would fit..... halfway up your left thigh?” and we just have to be like yes, add to cart, existence is pain but at least it’s on sale