Shit SB Writes Her Idol Ms. Moon

[on the season and battling autumnal depression] I just want to sleep, sleep, sleep. Almost all will to exercise has now gone. And I really NEED to be doing it. So our asses beat on, boats against the cocksucking current.


                  

Note to Readers: And YES, my ass actually typed autumnal. Bitch was an English major! It's my damn prerogative to use some of the fancy words I learned. Fuck you.