Sunday, 4 March 2012

Bitch. Fat. Slag.

Hmm so I know I'm a bitch and I trigger people by saying shit. And I am sorry.

I fit in Miss Selfridge size 4 dresses.
I am jealous of my friend who is in hospital even though I know that is completely fucked up.
I just ate some mashed potato.

So now you know what a bitch I am you can stop following me.


  1. Take a deep breath - you know what you just wrote is completely untrue. You are not a bitch.

    Please email me if you need to talk... and did you get my package yet?

    Chin up, girl. You are beautiful inside and out.

  2. I don't think you're a bitch, either.
    We all have our quirks/issues.
    It's just the way people are.