I wish I was one of those cool people who wear winter hats inside.
But I just can’t fricking hear anything.
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I wish I was one of those cool people who wear winter hats inside.
But I just can’t fricking hear anything.
I always feel a sense of accomplishment when I finish my leftovers before they grow mold.
I guess you have to appreciate the little things.
The really little things …
You know you’re getting old when you have to stretch out after a dance party.
Wow, welcome to 27!
Yep, just heard that Christmas classic for the first time this holiday season compliments of Pandora.
Let the wretched attempts to hit that high note begin …
(Listen and sing along here!)
OK, so I’ve only been sitting at Starbucks working furiously for the past three-ish hours, and I’ve already heard four different versions of the “Little Drummer Boy.” If you recall, that’s a song that I have a particular aversion to.
Why? Well, because of all the “pumming.” Call me Scrooge, but do you know how many pums I’ve listened to today?
No?
Let me tell you:
4 per line
24 per verse
72 per song
288 total pums!
OK, so today I discovered that I am actually only having irksome noise problems with one shoe. Righty is the sole offender (hehe, get it?!)
Thus, I now run in one Green Silence and one Green Squeaker.