All the #hometovote celebrating feels like a response to all the silent, secret journeys that went the other way. Whatever the outcome of the referendum, the silence is broken.
Thought we would be cheeky and tell the waitress it was my bday to get a free dessert. After we ate all of it, she brought the check and asked for my ID to prove to her manager to write it off. So now it looks like I’m stuck in the bathroom til Nov 5.
Anyone else imagine catching strangers sniggering at them for being chubby, and then turning to them and saying ‘I’m pregnant actually ...’ even though you’re not?
my roommate just invited over her friends @ 10am and they are blaring christian country music and talking about screaming about how you don't get high the first time you smoke weed. happy sunday.