Posted by: justine on: Fri, 05/27/11
“You’re a weirdo.” “Yes.” “I never thought you’d agree,” she said with a chuckle. “Yes, I’m a weirdo. A tall one. With a heart big enough to forgive all them retards and bitches. Maybe including you.”
Posted by: justine on: Thu, 02/17/11
If I were these words resting on this web space and I happened to look up and see how a freak titled this blog, I’d be feeling pretty effed up. I’d probably get a cup of bad-ass coffee or drug that so-called freak ’til she realizes how insensitive it is to create that titular description. [...]
Posted by: justine on: Sun, 09/12/10
“Street food is bad for you.” “I ate street food today. Guess what, I didn’t die. I also ate street food last night. And the night before. And the night before the night before. In fact, I’ve been eating street food since I was first introduced to it. And look, I’m still alive. I’m more [...]