Nothing says “I’m a fat chick who hates my body” like going to the waterpark in a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt. I don’t really know what the fuck Beyonce is doin’ in the water with all her clothes on, but I know the story didn’t end the way I wanted it to and she didn’t get eaten by a shark, I guess she wasn’t on her period.
I am hungover again. Not sure why I do this to myself, but I always seem to manage to.
