I HAVE NO EMOTIONS. I AM NOTHING, I AM EVERYTHING.
As I was freaking out about the Doctor Who finale, my boyfriend carefully analyzed what we just watched....
I don’t think I will ever be able to fully articulate the delight I got out of having text conversations about Not-Mom with four separate people...
this is what five years in a small, tight-knit (no pun intended) program does to you.
I keep forgetting that while I am close, I am not yet a functioning human being impersonator.
Life of a transformer-robot-dinosaur is tough, you guys.
Ah! This is simultaneous scary and flattering! I don’t know what to do with this! Other than be awkward and use too many exclamation points!!!!!!!!!
Also: thank you. My appreciation for this is two fold: 1) because it is kind and makes me blush, and 2) because more people should tell other people that they think they’re babes. I should tell the babes in my life what babes they are.
Yes, I like having my blinds open: it lets all the natural light in.
No, I don’t like wearing pants/clothes: ugh, who does?