Get out of my brain, Bliccy.
Or, alternately, start a Sad Girls Club with me. We will wear yoga pants and get drunk and watch movies that make us miss things we never had!My bff Regina and I have this plan. Save up our piddley amount of money. Move to a state like Vermont. Get hitched for the health care benefits. Start some commune in the forest with food and internet and computers and DVDs and booze and yoga pants. Invite other girls like us to move in. We have sleepovers and eat ice cream and chinese takeout and watch “Breakfast Club” and “Clueless” and “Mean Girls” constantly. We adopt adorable forest creatures like kitties and squirrels and puppies and birdies. If any of us find a guy, think of it like a member of a puppy litter leaving the farm. Just send pictures and Christmas letters and all will be well.
…We’ve been planning this for a while. I think it’s brilliant. Take it or leave it.
I think this is odd, because you Tumblr ladies are forgetting one thing:
You’re ALL HOT AS HELL. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. LISTEN TO FART SANDWICH.
Haven’t you seen yourselves in the mirror lately?
H
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I want to say this sounds like a sexy version of Lord of the Flies, but I think it’s a slipperly slope to smearing your own menstrual blood on your faces while chanting Indigo Girls lyrics and ritually sacrificing the one girl whose cycle didn’t snyc up with the others.
Ew. I’m not down with Red Tent shit. I basically want to live in an all girl’s camp until some amazingly gorgeous, educated, articulate, handsome, polite yet naughty gentleman comes along.
…LAUGH ALL YOU WANT.
