I just accidentally stole a block of cheese from the grocery store. 5 years ago I would have thought that was funny, now, at almost 30 I feel like a hardened criminal.
There’s a plumber in my house, I don’t know what to do with myself. Do I follow him around? Do I offer to help? Do I go hide in my room and lock the door?
I’ve come to accept that I’m never gonna be the girl with nice legs in the summer. They’re just always going to be covered in bug bites and random bruises and that’s ok
A new pet peeve I’ve discovered is when people don’t hang up the phone after saying bye. Either I have to hang up, or I’m about to hear what the inside of your purse sounds like for the next 20 minutes.