I really like having 17 unread messages in my inbox. When it gets stuck on 18 because gmail didn't understand me I start to get a little antsy. It always looks better just 17.
Having to say I'm twenty makes me feel old. It's been just over a month since my birthday, I still feel ninteen. Maybe if they gave everyone twenty-year-old shots, you know some crazy serum to make you the mature, levelheaded person you ought to be, then maybe I might feel twenty.
Why is it that everything tastes better when it wasn't meant for you?
There are nine days left