I used to constantly have those showing-up-naked-to-the-final-exam dreams, and that’s exactly why I won’t do any hardcore drugs. I’ve seen what happens when my brain takes the reins and it is not fun!
I signed up for CrossFit and accidentally got the trainer meant for postpartum women. So we do a warmup squat and he’s now talking about healing my pelvic floor, and I’m like okay that squat ruined me I guess
I have a new favorite of the unhinged recipes that are on the subway: the Sweet Potato Waffle. Like what New Yorker has a waffle iron in their apartment?!
*me justifying having another beer* I’ve seen Raiders of the Lost Ark, I know the only way to defeat the Nazis is to be a hot, dark-haired woman who can outdrink any man
Sheetz is currently advertising their “handmade drinks!” Call me crazy, but I’m actually fine with my beverage not being made by hands that work at a gas station
Open mic’rs love to be like “haha you know how we all hate this and wish we were dead, right?” Like honey, a group of white men are going to let me speak for 4 uninterrupted minutes. My life rules! 😎
I thought I was being followed on the subway when the same man was in the same car as me after a transfer. My first thought? “Oh thank God, I really need more people at this comedy show”