Yesterday I bought 12 pairs of socks because for some reason I’ve run out of ankle socks. Weird shit happens at college… But out of my excitement, I put on 6 of the 12 pairs. On my feet. Together. I’m weird.
Surprisingly (actually, no. I don’t even like socks in the first place) not very comfy.
A new way of living
No underwear.
No bra.
Sport hairy legs proudly.
Let hair be wild.
Just Killed a Giant Carton of Goldfish
Not sure how to feel about this…
It’s sort of strange waking up to a paralyzed left arm.
I wasn’t very nice to my chin. Why do I like blood so much?
Don’t I look nice?
Aren’t I the sweetest thing ever?
THINK AGAIN!
It’s a little hard to see, but I had a ton of sleep marks across my back this morning from my shirt.
I have broad shoulders.
Just staring at pictures of my girlfriend on my computer screen and melting.
Don’t mind me or this mushiness on your dash.
