#this though.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath."

YOU GUYS. It's "The Best Beef Jerky for Women." THE BEST BEEF JERKY FOR WOMEN. I can only speculate as to how this beef jerky is better "for women" than other beef jerkies. I hope it comes pre-chewed for my delicate spun-sugar lady-jaw! I hope it's pH-balanced so it doesn't upset my vaginal flora! I hope it's fucking pink! Look, lady-beef-jerky, I'm crazy now. I went crazy. The sane part of my brain died and now I'm going to go sit in a culvert and eat frogs until the rest of me dies too. (Sorry, real quick, my vagina wants to know—do these frogs come in pomegranate?)

Me and Engy are reading 'Forbiden Fruit- The Tempation of Edward Cullen‎'