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.