"Not another ghost who makes tea they can’t drink…"
I want this to be what I want to do. Because if it isn’t, what then?
Whenever I say “home” now, I realize I mean Leeds, or at the very least England. So I’ve stopped saying the word altogether.
I’m sitting at home, watching Ink Master, which for some reason is on Oxygen. And a Vagisil commercial comes on right as my roommates walk in. It’s funny watching guys react to feminine products.
There was a bird on my car this morning. A bird with a long, sharp beak and those little beady eyes. In the entire four story parking garage, this bird chose my car…
I love wearing the blazer my ex bought me. Because guys tell me it’s awesome and then use that as a way to chat me up.