Did I stumble upon my Fashion Week posts and giggle to myself and then reblog myself like a self-indulgent asshole? Of course I did. You’re watching me. lieslieslies: GIRLS NIGHT OUT, KAREN! How many times do I have to YELL G.N.O for you to get pumped AS SHIT?! I just feel like you’re not having a RADICAL WETNESS between your pencils like I am. You’re making me feel left out, Karen. And it’s NOT the coke, I’m NOT being paranoid it’s just like, OK, have you ever wanted something so badly in your life, like, something really big? And I don’t mean when your dad bought you a fucking BURBERRY PRIUS, which I’m still like mad jeals about, but I mean something really BIG. Like Cobrasnake taking your picture at the Palms BIG. Of COURSE you do. Fuck where are my keys? Anyway, what I’m trying to CONVEYYYYY to you, K-bitch, is that I wanted nothing more than for Terry Richards to tell me I’m pretty. Like, I know he tells everyone that and like he’s a crazy Brolanski but just, god, something about him! And Karen, so help me god, I will fucking END you. Can I borrow your keys? I will END YOU so hard. So just let me borrow your fucking credit card for ONCE IN YOUR LOW CLASS, DIDN’T GO TO USC, BULLSHIT LIFE! OK, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Just, fuck, where are those keys? Do you want another bump? 

Did I stumble upon my Fashion Week posts and giggle to myself and then reblog myself like a self-indulgent asshole? Of course I did. You’re watching me.

lieslieslies:

GIRLS NIGHT OUT, KAREN! How many times do I have to YELL G.N.O for you to get pumped AS SHIT?! I just feel like you’re not having a RADICAL WETNESS between your pencils like I am. You’re making me feel left out, Karen. And it’s NOT the coke, I’m NOT being paranoid it’s just like, OK, have you ever wanted something so badly in your life, like, something really big? And I don’t mean when your dad bought you a fucking BURBERRY PRIUS, which I’m still like mad jeals about, but I mean something really BIG. Like Cobrasnake taking your picture at the Palms BIG. Of COURSE you do. Fuck where are my keys? Anyway, what I’m trying to CONVEYYYYY to you, K-bitch, is that I wanted nothing more than for Terry Richards to tell me I’m pretty. Like, I know he tells everyone that and like he’s a crazy Brolanski but just, god, something about him! And Karen, so help me god, I will fucking END you. Can I borrow your keys? I will END YOU so hard. So just let me borrow your fucking credit card for ONCE IN YOUR LOW CLASS, DIDN’T GO TO USC, BULLSHIT LIFE! OK, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Just, fuck, where are those keys? Do you want another bump? 

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