"Time for masturbation and then some more crying myself to bed. Tears = nature’s lube. Good to know that even if you’re lonely, you still have your right hand. Unless you’re an amputee. In which case, I am truly sorry."
She indulges in too much tinseltown-talk, MacHeartattacks and poorly distilled vodka to keep her sanity. She lives with 2 awesome guys which means she finds socks in bad places. Her hamster Julius Caesar completes the family.
The internet is not serious business. More of her vapid musing can be found here and here and here.
