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I don't think it's very high at all. Most of my traffic comes from outside Tumblr.
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I had to get a new screen name. Email me if you want my current one.
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I have no idea who runs the gangstamolls account, but I like them as long as they are funny and not mean and/or uncomfortable.
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LOL @ your total ignorance.
Do you think all I've done today is read the newspaper because of the content I've posted on my blog? Can you find anything personal about my ex-boyfriend on my blog from the year and a half we were in a relationship? Didn't think so.
I actually, in terms of people who keep personal blogs, am on the less share-y side, it just seems like I am because of the subject matter I am comfortable with. Thought you knew. -
Definitely not poking fun.
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Nope! I've met his brother a couple times, but never the original.
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No one. I would rather kick everyone with my words.
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It was fun while it lasted, and maybe I will again someday when I have the money to regularly maintain my situation, but probably not.
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I don't have any fucking clue what I'm doing either. I tried hard in high school, I went to college and I write every day. That's it. That's all I know in that respect. Find your voice, girl.
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This always kills me:
http://molls.vox.com/library/post/this-is-how-james-franco-and-i-decided-to-see-other-people.html
I wrote a couple sketches in college that I no longer have copies of (I eat laptops and never back them up) but that I am convinced are pretty CLASSIC.
Also, I'm quite proud of my Twitter. Really fascinating stuff over there. -
The state? You can drive like, two hours outside of LA and be in a different world. The weather is mainly ideal. It's a good place for someone like me to do work/be reckless in my 20s.
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http://molls.tumblr.com/post/261303962/jesus-christ-remember-when-i-volunteered-to-take
No, but you can look at that. Horndog. -
I got my braces off on my 17th birthday. I had my first "real" boyfriend. I had an after school job (always did), went to the Burlington mall a lot and was a bigger loudmouth than I am now.
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Fuck yourself.

