I'd never really dated anyone in the public eye before, so I had no idea that walking around with a "I get good dick face" was going to get me a slew of haters, but dear jesus that shit is worth it.
I get super disappointed when I get a summer cold, but then I remember
it's just the quarterly siren song of sweet lady Robitussin, ready to
take me on a journey full of giggly highs and terrifying lows, all in
the name of cough control.
The hierarchy of artificial fruit flavors is as such (in descending
order): grape, lime, lemon, blue, strawberry, green apple, watermelon,
cherry. This list is thrown completely up in the air when the
seldom-found, seldom offered peach flavor is added to the list, because you just cannot fuck
with peach.
