I am thankful that my mom’s blue eyes and my dad’s green eyes trickled down to me in the form of a little b/little b and I get to be one of rare 2% of the population with green eyes. And most of the time I’m thankful for the head…
There’s a tremendous amount of girl screaming coming from somewhere outside of my closed bedroom door. I think it’s maniacal laughter, actually, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure because it’s coming from at least one floor below me. So, it could be fighting yelling, but I don’t really…
Lots of you have asked about my new job, and interestingly, it’s in the same way people used to ask about my blog. “Are you going to put this on your blawwwwwg?” friends would ask when something particularly ridiculous happened like that time I stepped on the bird. I would…
