I miss the rains down in Africa.
No, I don’t hope Broadway ever, ever fucks up Breakfast Club by making a musical out of it.
She’s not your wife. She’s the princess.
Finding an amazing piece of sea glass can best be described by using my favorite word invention: seaglasm.
On calls, chats and public Twitter shaming of the phone company.
Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.
Why does it smell like candy?
If you have to do math to figure out how old you are, you probably shouldn’t still be having birthday parties.
“You can’t even spell douche in 140 characters?”
and I want the t-shirt.
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