Bought a pair of creepers today (for $4.00!) but I have no idea how people wear them. They hurt like a bitch and when I attempted to walk in them I fell flat on my face. They’ll definitely be sitting in the back of my closet.
Dropping a piece of a hot as fire hash brown in my cleavage isn’t how I wanted to start my day.
I have five minutes to find something to wear. Annnnnnnnd… GO.
Go away.: "Hell" Explained by a Chemistry Student →
black-tangled-heart: The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid term. The answer by one student was so profound that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well: This is perfect.
I like looking at peoples hands. A bit odd. But I’ve noticed how dirty and long some peoples fingernails are and it grosses me out a little.
While arguing something, do not play with your hair. Jesus it’s almost as bad as clapping.
Please tell me I’m not the only one to sit around and eat bread straight out of the bag it comes in? Not toasted or anything. It’s gonna be awkward if I am. I love bread.