Day 11: We’re gonna make it after all
Is there anything sadder than being home on a Friday night, slightly zonked out on the Vicodin that you took because your uterus won’t stop contracting and you feel like an asshole because you missed your friend’s benefit and you’re in your Old Navy sweats and you’ve gained 5 pounds in 10 minutes and your tits are up at your face and you look up from checking up on your RSS feeds and see that the ad on tv is for some gel that is supposed to REFRESH YOUR VAGINAL PH?? Thanks advertising, for making me feel fantastic about myself once again. It’s moments like these that make me feel like a busted cliche.
I’m not one to keep it to myself, now you can feel like a lonely single girl, too. Pull up a pint of ice cream, put on that Kiehl’s face mask and watch:
(Check out the sly eyebrow raise from the woman at 0:12)(In the time it’s taken me to post this entry, this commercial has come on at least 4 times. Bite me, USA Network. What are you trying to say? I’m probably the only person on the planet who has ever heard of, much less watched the TV show Psych. You should be praising me for sticking through it, not insulting my lady parts. Don’t make me switch to E!)
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