Hair, hear me now. You are not the boss of me.
Category: Lifestyle
I’m told my impatience could be due to a vitamin deficiency
I decided to keep this post short.
Unlike normal people, I don’t make my New Year’s resolutions in January.
Happiness is illusive.
Exhausted people everywhere have been looking forward to tonight for a very long time.
If my major were “Professional Daydreaming,” I’d be set for life.
I’d rather simply walk into Mordor…
Every year I make one major New Year’s resolution to improve myself. This year’s big winner? To be more tolerant toward others.
I’m going to rant about three things today: panty-lines, doctors who smoke, and why women talk so much.
Soon I’ll be off on more “Get Back In Shape” adventures.
Call me crazy. Call me weird. Call me anti-capitalist. Call me whatever you like, but I see no sense in Black Friday shopping.
Up tells a better love story in eight minutes than Twilight did in three whole movies.
I miss high school.
I love driving with The Boss at night.
