It’s all about the balls

Today has gone exceptionally well, even if i do say so myself. I’ve had a delicious dinner, Jay (From and Boyband Jonny (who is refusing to tweet) have tried to manipulate me into breaking my packed of not going out, yet i *fanned myself* and resisted temptation. They’re like the devil boys those two. They wait until i try and better myself and then hack away at my ‘party’ weakness like boyband swaying, air punching, dance, 8 count, imps, on crack. Also, I’m upset at my poor choice in blow drying dolls. I mean they did a great job. I’m highly grateful. However, like i said, I enjoy a Hollywood curl, a Volume of utter Pussy Galoreness. My hair suggests that i may own a heated egg roll cart in

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