It's a good tub. I slept there for my 30th birthday.
Catalog
Annie
Help me I'm poor.
I'm starting to feel like I don't know anything about my own asshole.
I shouldn't have to fucking trap you into treating me like I'm a human being.
I'm afraid that I'm feeling myself.
Because of what I looked like or because there's a certain way that your body is supposed to be, and I'm not that. And that maybe if I was just sweet enough and nice enough and easy-going enough with any guy, that would be enough for someone.
Do you think it would be ok if I just laid down on this couch and slept here until I died?
It's just, he liked me, and I didn't want him to stop liking me, so... I just went with it.
She wants me to transform, like a Transformer.
I'm not wearing a bra and I'm a real fucking writer!
No raw dogging. No hand dogging, no blow dogging.
'Cause I'm the one with the fat ass and big titties. So I get to decide what we do.
I'm the one who's wearing heels right now, you know? I feel like a fuckin' idiot.
Ryan: Your eyes match your dress. Annie: Well, the meatballs match your eyes.
I've wasted so much time and energy and money, for what? For what?! You know? I'm fat. I'm fuckin' fat! Hello! I'm fat, you know?
Like, I'm the obesity epidemic, and you know me.
I know, everything is either, like a big Indiana Walmart sack, or it's, like, some cutesy shit covered in, like, Eiffel Tower postage stamps or whatever.