My macbook is dead. Dead-dead. Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep. This is just the fucking cherry on top of the shit-tastic week I’m having.
My macbook is dead. Dead-dead. Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep. This is just the fucking cherry on top of the shit-tastic week I’m having.
I might move out into my own apartment just so that I can walk around in my underwear. Can’t do that here.
WTF!
— Chris and I karaoke’d this song tonight and it was magical. hahahhaa. Still drunk.
If you thought scissors were hard to spell, try drawing a pair.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKING A.
This is so frustrating.
“Although several studies have shown that knuckle cracking does not lead to arthritis, what you are doing when you crack your knuckles is basically the same thing as dislocating your shoulder, pulling the bones and cartilage apart to release a gas (called synovial fluid, made mostly of carbon dioxide and some nitrogen) that makes the popping sound.”
weird.
i can make your bed rock.