El Grayco and his Schiarawschuroh
The title is reference to my batshit art history prof. She pronounces everything wrong, which is kind of a travesty because she teaches the damn subject and should know how to pronounce things, at least semi-correctly.
I love the smell of my deodorant. I know that's a weird thing to say but I totally do adore it, having bought a new stick just last week. Shit is fantastic.
Har. I went to a super hip and cool, cool and hip concert. I think i discussed that already. Anyway, I think I slightly deafened my right ear. It's constantly fuzzier...which I guess means I'm a little more deaf now. Poo. Hope it doesn't last long, or my left catches up. This is more like tonitis, so I guess we're okay.
I adore coffee. Even the shitty instant kind. Me oh my we are sounding like virginia woolf.
I love the smell of my deodorant. I know that's a weird thing to say but I totally do adore it, having bought a new stick just last week. Shit is fantastic.
Har. I went to a super hip and cool, cool and hip concert. I think i discussed that already. Anyway, I think I slightly deafened my right ear. It's constantly fuzzier...which I guess means I'm a little more deaf now. Poo. Hope it doesn't last long, or my left catches up. This is more like tonitis, so I guess we're okay.
I adore coffee. Even the shitty instant kind. Me oh my we are sounding like virginia woolf.