Andrea still has not gifted me with a comment. How cruel of her.
I have nothing to write about, and yet doing so felt so necessary! I wonder why... I ponder... I ponder about my existence in the universe, about my place in it... I wonder why I think about boys so much... I wonder why I always go to the grocery store hoping I'll see that one person there, even though I know it's, like, physiologically or metaphysically or something to that affect impossible that he is there. Duh.
But I am also hungry. I wish I still had that bag of barbeque chips, because they were quite tasty.
A quiz on Facebook told me that my nickname is 75-or-something percent sexy. That's "pretty sexy." Who knew? (That question mark was meant to sound like more of a period, as the question was more of a sarcastic statement, with little or no voice inflection, rendering the question mark pretty obsolete, anyways.) There I go again!
I have nothing to write about, and yet doing so felt so necessary! I wonder why... I ponder... I ponder about my existence in the universe, about my place in it... I wonder why I think about boys so much... I wonder why I always go to the grocery store hoping I'll see that one person there, even though I know it's, like, physiologically or metaphysically or something to that affect impossible that he is there. Duh.
But I am also hungry. I wish I still had that bag of barbeque chips, because they were quite tasty.
A quiz on Facebook told me that my nickname is 75-or-something percent sexy. That's "pretty sexy." Who knew? (That question mark was meant to sound like more of a period, as the question was more of a sarcastic statement, with little or no voice inflection, rendering the question mark pretty obsolete, anyways.) There I go again!
Question marks, in inner dialogue, give no true perspective to how it sounds. And yet it is necessary because it is the correct punctuation point, and grammar dictates that this is what we should use. It needs an upgrade. Seriously.
Muwhaha... the bag of BBQ chips are ALL MINE! lol