When I go to Swig I often get a shot of mango puree in lieu of the habitual coconut and it’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore.
The only music I've listened to since July is The Killer's Battle Born album and One Direction's Midnight Memories. HATERS GONNA HATE. but really have you listened to this song ? it's so 80s.
Friend: "You just really like the gray scale, don't you?" If I'm blacked out I'm likely in a fantastic mood. If I'm wearing neon, I'm most likely depressed out of my mind. It's a pretty consistent indicator. #neutralsaremysteez
My service-oriented roommate previously has folded my clean laundry and stacked it neatly on my bed -- on several occasions! not just once! more than once! it's just the sweetest surprise to come home to after a gray day and I'm so lucky to live with the people I do.
As I was searching the archives of Natalie's blog, I found this description a friend had written about her. And I thought, if I could write a bio about myself, but not as myself, but as a friend of mine, and I was really insightful, this is what I (as my friend) would write about me. you know?
(so eloquent these days)