Ella is a pile of legs and arms. As pretty much always,
she’s talking about boys.
“I called him this morning and asked him if he’d seen my
“What did he say?”
“He said it wasn’t where I said it was.”
“Maybe it wasn’t. M... Read More...
I watch myself in the mirror and go again. Perfection isn’t an option. It’s a must. I see the girls like me. Who look hotter than me. Who talk the talk better than I do. I don’t care about them. It wouldn’t make a difference if I looked lik... Read More...