Touch Screen Flirtation

I've decided that I'm the female version of Dean from Supernatural due to my affinity for bars and diners meets Archer because of my endearing-to-some, unapologetically narcissistic mask I wear to hide the fact that I actually have feelings sometimes. Don't catch the feels. They'll eat you alive if you don't know yourself well enough to maintain. Actually,  I just want to bang the live action ideal of Archer.

The juke here at this legit 50s style Denny's sings, "When you're happy like a fool/ Let it take you over...You gotta take it in/ This is gonna be a good life."

These days my favorite music is shamelessly happy pop. I've listened to enough depressingly wrist-slash-worthy music during my life. Of course,  I am far too vain to ever sever them,  but it was always a pleasure to burn. 

I'm through burning for anything else. I've made it through the proverbial wilderness.  Mmm Maroon 5. He was so high he did not recognize. Oh. He did. You're such a dirty criminal. I'm an assholic bitch, highly inappropriate at best and utterly unapproachable to boot. I'll be your Madonna, like a virgin, nay classic version, with the trappings of some serious upgrades. 

Nice to meet you. Like my legwork? I know you only skimmed the mission do civet. Me too. Imagine greater.  Plans are for the birds.