what on earth are you talking about?
what on earth are you talking about?
I eat a bagel with cream cheese every single day and still get excited about it.
Someone could find one of my social networking accounts and follow a literal network to learn all about me. It’s unnerving, but I wouldn’t do it unless I wanted someone to do that. I want someone to find me, I think.
Why doesn’t Microsoft Word recognize the word “Tumblr” by now?
Whatever path I’m headed down, I’m happy and that’s what matters :)
Reminder: bring materials for dorm room tea-making next semester.
I always find my hands retracting into my sweatshirt sleeves while I walk.
Wow. Okay. Here’s what I’m good at: getting by under the radar.
I’m not built for a life of obligations. I thrive off of free time. Does this mean I’m a free spirit resisting the corporate lifestyle or am I just lazy?
Where is my mind? I slept with my contacts in last night. And I have an F in music theory that I don’t think I’ll be able to bring up with the remaining class time.