"I may be straight but my hair sure fucking ain't." I say after I am stabbed in the eye by one of my long spring-like curls. I want thick straight hair!
I just spent most of my day on a business trip talking with various camp leadership. I am not good with talking to people I have never met but it was easy since they were all hippies or retirees.
Have you ever been woken up at the asscrack of dawn on your day off not because you set an alarm but because the rising sun decided to shine its bright ass directly into your eyes? Rude.
Sometimes I feel like I'll never be a fully published writer but then I remember that the Alex Rider series was published despite being some of the worst literature I've ever read anywhere. Even some of the most shit-tier stuff on Scribblehub is better than that series.
Using son or boy at the end of a sentence when talking to someone is considered extremely condescending but most people who use it are either extremely old and/or say it out of habit and usually aren't trying to be condescending.
Someone set up a speaker somewhere in my apartment and I can't find it. It has been blasting a kazoo cover of Cruel Angel's Thesis for nearly an hour and it's like ear rape, but catchy.
The aesthetic of walking through the freezing rain in the middle of the night because you can't sleep and don't know what's going on in life is underrated and I continually contribute to it.

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