So I’m only up to the second episode, but I am loving the plotline of “Closeted female tennis star is sponsored by Subaru”.
Is that not the most Lesbionic plotline since muff diving and outdoor adventure stores in the inner west?
Oh, and I was raised by them so I can have these opinions.
There’s a she wolf in the closet, open up and set her free, awooooo.
Shakira, you do things that are illegal. And you’re hot. And I’m a homo.
Something is not right.
Wino.
His name is Ziggy Stardust. He came from the North Coast.
Bec bought a Doberman.
His name is Ziggy Stardust.
He is so cute.
Omfg. Dragon Roll. You make me happy!
Two days since my father passed. It’s so surreal; someone who has been there every single day of your life, and now they aren’t. This just doesn’t feel real. Where am I?
Need I say more?
I can’t do this anymore. Nothing. None of it. Being human. I can’t. I just end up hurting. I can’t be myself. I just want to dissappear.
