Jenna Bean
When I was 10-years-old, I gave my mom a note that said, "You are a bich!" and she laughed and showed me my mistake.
When I was 10-years-old, I gave my mom a note that said, "You are a bich!" and she laughed and showed me my mistake.
Today I've identified 15 objects on my desk that could kill a person.
I never had as long or decent a conversation with my mother as the one after I'd hit the deer and totaled the car.
As I struggled with my human anatomy studies, I realized that I now knew the most effective way to slit my wrists.
My mouse finger twitched, wanting to mark every e-mail my boss sent me as "spam."