somewhere in neverland

Hey, little guy! Aren’t you just adorable? Yes, yes you are. [she looks up at the nearest passer-by, embarrassed] Oh, I didn’t realize anybody was looking.

Is macaroni overdose a thing? I think it might be a thing.

Have you overdosed on macaroni?

This should be an interesting period of time.

We had some…history, you could say. But yes, I was with your roomie. Pukestagram? Really? Why?

The frickle frackle kind of history? He's Paris Hilton and you're Mother Teresa. Those two don't add up.

That’s, uh, one big bra you’ve got there, Marcus.

Your point being?

What? No, I’m not a stalker kind of person. 

Well now my life is officially over.

Maybe it was your stalker? 

I'm going to cry if you aren't my stalker.

Maybe it sleep walked.

If bras could sleep, what would they dream about?

Should I be flattered by that?

I would be insulted if you weren't.

So that’s where I left it.

I would remember if you were the one to leave it behind.

Midnight Memories was actually pretty good. If you close your eyes.

Are you dissing my boys?

I got a call back for Dorothy. They loved my skip and my interaction with their live Toto and the fact I was “quirky”.

Aren’t those commercials suppose to make you want to eat ice pop instead of scare you away from it? How odd. That’s the only thing they’re good for, though. If I’m planning to sit and watch a movie on TV, I usually get everything I need before I start watching so then I don’t have to get up a bunch of times and I can just enjoy my show. But then commercials come on and ruin it. It’s horrible.

Commercials these days are so messed up I have no idea what the message is supposed to be anymore. I build myself a nice nest out of blankets and pillows, order some take out, and gather up as many empty bottles as I can so I don't have to get up. And then I cry to myself when the commercials come on especially when it's my favorite show or something. Like, since when has anyone ever not cried when Mean Girls is on and a Viagra commercial cuts in?