tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post9179584096905906519..comments2023-08-20T05:01:09.512-04:00Comments on The Year I lived off of Ramen Noodles: I hurt my ribsMiss. Ardeth Bloodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-39785044694281548552010-06-17T14:52:42.986-04:002010-06-17T14:52:42.986-04:00I've long since given up on my mother.
Mr. S...I've long since given up on my mother. <br /><br />Mr. S. drives me insane. It wouldn't be half as cool if he wasn't a celebrity. <br />It would be down right creepy and annoying.Domestic and Damnedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-22987374089885849812010-06-17T14:35:31.331-04:002010-06-17T14:35:31.331-04:00Wow mom . . . way to build up self-esteem, LOL. M...Wow mom . . . way to build up self-esteem, LOL. Mr. S. sounds nuts. I'm glad you find humor in his stalker/can't have an original blog thought ways. And I'm glad you got a good laugh, we need that in life sometimes.Ms. Understoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17862534289021543850noreply@blogger.com