And they listen to teeth to learn how to quit.
I didn't even make it to my first class today and I honestly don't care anymore.
I'm so disconnected from school, it's ridiculous. I don't even know why I go.
Lame lame lame. Taco Tuesday wasn't that lame, except I got the wrong tacos.
Ground beef is pretty disgusting.
I picked up Chris and we went on our way to the bank.
We decided to cut through Edgemoore and we saw this huge stork.
We sat there staring at it because we thought it was fake.
So, as per usual, Chris got out of the car and started chasing it.
We then learned that the stork was in fact... real.
Went downtown. I bought that Puma jacket. Oh yes.
We went to the 40th floor at the Hyatt hotel.
My face is in there somewhere.
That elevator was the root feeling of everything that makes you feel nausceous.
We walked outside and wound up in Seaport Village, which seemed totally abandoned. It was weird.
Chris and I will be 80 years old and he'll still be making me laugh.
P.S. Black jacket won.