Further proof that procreating is just not for me: read an article about what exactly an epidural is and started getting so lightheaded and nauseous reading about it that I had to stop. π It's a no from me, man.
It would be UNREAL to feel anything other than complete hatred for every single physical aspect of myself. Just upload my consciousness into a computer already.
I'm more impressed that I remember the lyrics. Heaven forbid I remember things I need for daily life or work, but I bet I'll be an old lady on my deathbed still knowing every line.
Throwing it back to middle school and listening to Vanessa Carlton's first album, Be Not Nobody.
Honestly, it holds up. Pretty sure I listened to the cd so much back in the day that it started skipping. π Ah, middle school angst!
Shouldβve been a cat. Sleep for 16 hours a day, cause chaos for the other 8. Scream loudly whenever Iβm hungry. Knock shit off the counter for no reason
Cannot believe I spent the entire day thinking it was Thursday.
Even now, knowing that it is Wednesday, it still *feels* like tomorrow is Friday. I'm going to be so disappointed on actual Friday.