12 mile bike ride before working for 9 hours?
I’m sure my legs won’t be sore or tired at all.
And I was like, ‘You better be nice to me because my fiancé makes a lot of money.’
- knowing someone gives a shit, and truly giving a shit about another person.
- a person who understands the significance of daily minutiae without fucking 300 backstories. (ie: I saw a woman named Shirl. And I don’t have to explain the whole goddamn Shirl story). Seriously it gets exhausting. I…
I had a post in my drafts folder for the better part of a year and a half that detailed things I missed about my ex. Or rather, things I missed about sharing a routine/a life with another person, with a handful of things in there that I missed about him.
I deleted it a year and a half ago. It made me feel better about a lot of things to do so.
I am about to have a panic attack when I suddenly remember when Gwyneth went to a dinner party in America and someone asked her what kind of jeans she was wearing and she thought to herself, “I have to get back to Europe.” America is the worst. I say nothing about anyone’s jeans, even though I was literally just going to ask everyone about their jeans.
IS THIS WHAT KIND OF THINGS NORMAL PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY WORK NORMAL HOURS AND AUTOMATICALLY WAKE UP EARLY/BEFORE 1PM?
I have been INHALING this Amy;s Baking Company fuckery for the last 24 hours and it is AMAZING in its craziness.
I will remember that band you like, that movie you saw, that shirt you wore that one time to that one thing, the book you're in the middle of and the book you just finished, your dog's name, your dog's birthday, and what funny thing your friend said at the bar one time.
I will not remember your name.
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