i tried to clean up my chrome tabs but it turns out all 200 of them contain information that is vital for my survival
date: what music do you listen to?
me: oh, uhh you know. crosby, stills. (1 hour later) nash. (sending her a text message the next day) and young
if you have over 100 followers there is a secret group of people who meet once a week to throw darts at a picture of your face
bumping into a hot professor in the hallway and dropping my folder full of printed out pictures of the Green M&M
Frankenstein was 90% about someone making up a guy and then getting mad at him
(watching the Alien crawl around vents and slowly kill off my crew mates) I could fix him…