I type like a busy little...typer?
Somehow I have to cram pages upon pages of research into one itty bitty page. My teacher said she down't want any papers longer than 1 page. I think she's on crack. Yup...smoking lots and lots of crack.
I discovered a $100 cashmere sweater at Target the other day. It's adorned with expensive and shiny crystals. I'd be afraid to waer a $100 sweater out in public. I'd be afraid...someone might vomit on it or something. That someone being me.
I think I have OCD, since I have to eat my Smarties in a certain order. White. Yellow. Orange. Green. Purple. Pink. I am crazy. I ate a purple before I ate a pink. I am a fucking rebel. I rock.