This here is what I call a caseload of love gone wrong. A trip to my local pawn shop (I believe in the financial world of bartering) made me realize how many broken hearts are really out there, and how many diamonds need a home.
If it took a custom-made glass slipper for Cinderella to find her prince charming, imagine what a cheap pair of generic, plastic nude heels will get you. In my experience, it’s been sociopaths.
I support this social event.
It’s nice to know that whichever you choose, you chose correctly.
I sort of think it’s inappropriate for people to post pictures of their house on Facebook. I mean it’s one thing to post a picture and be like, “It’s our new house!” but I think some people take it too far. I would just rather someone write, “I’m rich. I have money, and I’m having fun with it.”
I’m going to start posting pictures of my stained carpet and cracked walls