I came in today and his sleeves were rolled up. I’ve know the guy since September and I have never seen his wrists, let alone forearms. It’s weird. Even when he wears t-shirts, he wears a sweater with them.
The phone rang and he yells from his office, “Is that for me? I got it!”
He’s even walking differently.
I know this doesn’t actually sound like a thing, but if you knew the guy, you’d understand.
I’m sitting at work-study, trying to prepare for my Education exam at 1:30. It’s not working.
I’ve devolved to Tumblr and carrots. I fucking hate carrots. But carrots will fill me up and not make me fatter.
It’s either going to be really easy or really difficult. I can’t tell if she’s a pushover or legit about anything.
What if I fail?
- Normal people: Aw, look at the couple. They're so cute!
- Me: I wonder if they've fucked yet.
I’m heading to Morehead to eat lunch with my mama.
We’re going to Cracker Barrel. I’m really excited.
I’m also visiting my wife for a bit before that.
Today is going to be great.
The fuck do you have to be tired from?
Shut the fuck up.
You aren’t actually single until it’s Facebook official.
Finish breaking up with her.