it would be fun to spend today kvetching about this biyaatch they call the deuce or something. apparently she's some boozer who likes to exploit her kid by bitching about what a pain she is but then writing seemingly heartfelt letters to her... that the whole world can read. she said something recently about how she hoped that her daughter would look to her and always be able to gain strength or some such junk. uhh... is that before or after the kid gets out of rehab because the trauma of reading your shite has driven her to the bottle? i can't wait to have children so i can pimp them out for attention.
yankee candle that goes best with self-absorbed hos: volcanic vanity
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