
I maybe almost died.
I’m not dramatic at all when I’m sick.

I maybe almost died.
I’m not dramatic at all when I’m sick.

I am chock full of good ideas.

It was worse than you think. Or at least that last fifteen minutes was.

I managed to pass out in the time it took my iPhone to reset. I guess I was sleepy or something.

I’m not hung over, you’re hung over. Ssssshhhhhhhhh. Object quieter.

You should invite me to all of your parties. Or, given the amount of food I made for my party, make me host every party.

Heather is a monster made of hair and spite.

An unforgivable sin.

I am the king of fixing water heaters (because I called my landlord and he took care of it).

This is like a reverse evolutionary diagram.