Tonight at the cafeteria, I ate some froyo. I discovered the secret behind its mystical powers. It's fucking adorable. I eat it because I wish I could wear it on my head, but I can't practically.
If you deny it, you will be doomed.
In Ryan's room, while showing her a facebook group devoted to me, (Let's pause and reflect on that for a moment, folks.) I stubbed my toe on her microfridge. I didn't look down for a few seconds because I knew it would be bad.
And it was.OWCH FUCK POO DAMNIT!!!
This brings an interesting situation. I don't know what to do with my simple crushed toe. Usually, I would ask someone else, but most people are more concerned with homework- well, food actually- to be concerned with my toe. So it just IS right now. I'll have to wear my chucks for a while, which will result in blisters on my heel, a sacrifice I'll make for my toe nail to stay intact.
A pleasant note to end on, I know. Sleep well!!!