Um, why do strawberries only last approximately 2.8 days?
In conclusion
- me: dude
- i love ny
- Allin: you have no choice but to love DC
- for the next year
omg. i’ve mastered the art of literally doing only what’s due the next day. or hour.
GOOD NIGHT.
edit: OH HEY. I think this is what Sheryl Sandberg calls “ruthless prioritizing”.
Scene 1: I’m lying in bed thinking about next-year plans
Scene 2: I’ve just finished reading an entire about.com article on “how to become a comedy tv writer”.
Time to cease all thinking.
saccharine haterade
“customer service”-type communications carried out on Facebook makes me wince.
people being too-perfectly courteous to other people makes me wince.
I blame my not really knowing about ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ for the past 3 months on the fact that Red is not on Spotify
platform myopia
When there’s a tough night ahead, sometimes the only thing that helps is peeking at the bygone weeks on iCal and remembering I’ve done it before.
Greetings world,
I’m going to sleep at 12:30 tonight because my right eye feels really, really tired.
Could it be, after all these years of evading the glasses I probably should have been wearing since 6th grade, I finally need to surrender?
Do I have to get contacts, and, alas — touch my eyeball with my very own finger?
Horrifying.
Good-night for now.
I wouldn’t mind spending the summer just learning languages.
It’s about this time of the year — amidst lackluster efforts to secure legitimate plans — that I develop unorthodox thoughts about the summer.
IT DAWNED ON ME.
must not send emails to different people - whom i have very different relationships with - back to back.
my sense of propriety gets jumbled and i do not think carefully enough about what kind of language each specific relationship demands.
no. rush.
