There is nothing I hate more than the front seat asshole who drives with his windows down the whole time with no considerarion for the back seat person. All so he can feel the breeze in his arm hair while the girl in the backseat has a thousand ticklish little daggers of hair constantly flapping against her face. Fuck.
My sister has issues similar to my own
Was thinking about how I might have someone back to my apartment tonight and then quickly realized I’m not willing to move the box of double stuff Oreos next to my bed.
"Sigh. What if the best sweater I’m ever going to own is already in my closet?" - What I think when I’m on Pinterest.