Not much is more disappointing than craving and pouring a bowl of cereal, only to open the fridge to find no milk.
Dear Hinkley kids (and any high schoolers in general),
I realize that you’re angsty teenagers filled with angsty teenager hormones, but for fuck’s sake that doesn’t mean you should be dry humping in the field behind school. Nobody wants to see that (except pedophiles, maybe?). Go hang out on your mom’s couch or something.
I mean really?
All I’ve done today is eat, watch football (one of the few times I’m happy the Cowboys win), and play video games; and I have no regrets. Bless lazy Sundays.
the idea of being right-handed or left-handed is so fucked up. like how in the hell is it evolutionarily advantageous to have one hand that’s good at everything and one that’s fucking useless. why aren’t we all dead.
Thank the gods, for the first time in months we finally have a Saturday off! Now, if I could only remember what I used to do on Saturdays.