is this reality or my memory getting mileage

Post-surgery Laura.  I shall now spend the rest of the day sleeping and eating mac n cheese.

My name is Laura and I’m hungover.

There should be an award for women who can shave their legs without missing some big patch on the knee.

Ahahahahah I swear he loves me.

I was really hoping Marilyn Monroe’s statue would be anatomically correct and show her cooch. But nope. Panties galore.

“Be extra nice or the hat gets it” is how you blackmail a forgetful Russian boy with a strange taste in hats.

In the blanket fort, popsicles are perfectly healthy breakfasts.

Old boots on the left.  New boots on the right.  Clearly I’m not a big fan of change.

Victorious/translucent Laura.  Also let’s notice the rose I’m holding because apparently people will still make an effort to have sex with you no matter how ghostly you are!