/ le sigh. i offer a starter call. i have free time!!!!

for halloween i think i will be a cowboy with extremely large breasts. like scarily large. that’s the scary part.

“oh, please, angel.”

i am so bruised.

chewing on the end of her cigarette. gross.

i am an object in this room. that is all i am.

i think we have different definitions of worrying enough.

i do not engage with him personally, sage. you worry too much.

but yes man is ( cute. * )

i’m sorry. i like that guy. i have no idea but we’ll figure something out.

BE NICE TO HIM.

you’re a beautiful angel, thank you!

god, i wish there was a way i could convince you, but i don’t blame you. vault dwellers are ( something. * )

. . . both, please.

she sure does do that!

all this and brains btw

“no, he’s a . . . guy. and he’s a real son of a bitch.”

/ and if i said ahora boob job was canon. then what.

aw, baby, thank you! i got real scared for a second.

hello? i’m here?

“( man * ) is a real strong word.”

i have a fantastic rack too!

hey, hey, being a bimbo works!

“he is a MOTHERFUCKER AND A FOOL.”

i hate benny gecko. if benny has no haters i’m dead. what kind of name is gecko. fuck him.

i feel his presence and i’m pissed OFF.

a man who has never degraded someone in his life said i had my father’s malice

oh my god, ( please. * ) you’re lucky i’m letting you.

“hope for the best, but prepare for the worst” but it’s prepare for the worst prepare for the worst prepare for the worst prepare for the worst

it’s so hard! miserable, even.

i wish someone told me how hard foundation matching would be if i was purple

what.

i’d give you your own but i gotta be honest, i’m awful selfish. [ digging through her bag, drawing a carton, offering it. ] i’ve been real stressed lately.

i’ll only shoot you if you eat him, asshole.

he’s already not the same!

if it’s my man i’m gonna shoot you again.

I’M PISSED AT THE BIG DRAGON.

i wish that STUPID FUCKING DRAGON WOULD FUCK OFF.

this is the worst my life has ever been. do you understand how hard that is. i’m going to freak the fuck out.

c’mere, baby. we can share one.

you RUINED MY WIG. try styling a wig, asshole.

well i’m not?

i wish my husband remembered me so i could ask for help with the wig replacement

am i supposed to be happy you fucked up my wig.

it’s hard to be grateful when i dedicated HOURS to styling it. sure, i guess i’m grateful i’m alive.

meowmeowmeowmeow

you fucked up my wig . . .