Sometimes I worry everyone secretly hates me, and only read this blog because I’m like a train wreck, but then I realize I don’t really care, because I’ve gotta do me. Holy run on…sorry not sorry.
And for those in the know:
I like the way I smell, and I like me!
2 thoughts on “It is what it is what it is what is it?”
Confession: I do read a trainwreck blog. This is not that blog.
I read a few myself, which is where the worry originated.
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