It’s not that I’m ad because I don’t understand people. I’m sad because I do.
The world rewards extrovert behaviour… but all the VIPs are in private luxury boxes.
Amazing feeling: when you find an article of clothing you thought your pet had peed on, but find out it just got some water on it instead.
I’m starting to feel better, but not recovered to the point where I’m gonna pass on a can of ginger ale.
Why am I so transfixed by primetime melodramas that I won’t watch for 6 year but then will be all “Oh hey – this serial killer procedural is on” *loses 48 minutes*
Weird how we forget that we aren’t required to be on Facebook
Loki isn’t dead. He’s the Hulk somehow. Book it.
I hate when people ask me what I want to do because the actual answer I’m not allowed to go with is “eat brunch”.
I celebrate the birthdays of rides at Disneyland. This is my life now.