There’s someone for everyone, and I’m not talking about romantic relationships. I’m talking about the band/singer/music that has played almost like a soundtrack, in the smokescreen background, during the major events of your life.
Last night I ate too much cheesecake. I woke up with that icky sick feeling, like the food hangover you get boxing day, one of my closest friends decided they didn’t want to know me anymore, and I had to drive around for 15 minutes to find a parking spot at Uni. 318 more words
I can do bad brunch all by myself. So woke up this mining and no one wanted to go to brunch. Fine. Not mad. Seriously considering putting out a craigslist seeking brunch buddy request though. 204 more words