I slammed my finger in a door this morning. Again.
My friends are pandas, vampires, landsharks and unicorns. I’m a weirdo magnet.
Becca spit part of her orange at me on her way out the door. Now my face smells like orange and Becca spit.
I lost my headphones. You should go buy me some because you’re nice.
I have about 50 songs stuck in my head. the bad part is, one’s screamo, ones country and the rest are rap. Those generes do not sound good when they are played at the same time in your head.
I’m writing like a Kim today! Aren’t I cool?