Status Updates From Tattoos and Tatas (Chocohol...

I really feel like I wish I could get my mom to listen to this right now with what we're dealing with my step-dad's cancer.

I liked the pro-life comment. Also this is one that I am totally getting with my step-dad's cancer back. The way they feel about why. And not knowing what to say. And I also love the flashbacks to the original stories.

"Fuck the dress, I'm going to walk around naked from now on. Show my tits to people when I'm walking down the street. I might even ask random strangers to touch them," she tells me.
"You could even make up a new cupcake for the store. Tantalizing Titty Cake."
She nods her head. "Creamy C Cup-Cakes. With a milky filling."
I dry heave and shake my head. "Too far. Jesus God, too far."

"Dammit, now I'm hungry for ribs," Carter complains.
Jenny finally pulls her shirt down and walks over to the couch, flopping down next to Claire. "Drew has been driving me insane since I got the tattoo earlier. He keeps wanting to lick it because he's convinced it will taste like barbecue."
Carter scrunches up his face in disgust. "And now I'll never be hungry for ribs ever again. Thank you for that."

We shared so many commonalities that it even freaked us out. Our parents shared the same wedding anniversary, somewhere in our ancient family tree we shared the same last name and family crest, my first name is her middle name and her first dog and I shared a name (I never met Liz the beagle, but I heard she was an asshole who licked her twat all the time. Sounds about right).

I was falling in love with a guy I just met. A guy who held open doors, pulled out my chair, asked me about myself and my dreams and refused to let our night together be something cheap

I finished this one yesterday. ❤❤❤❤