I’m gonna take a few minutes off of working on my MatLab project to put up some random thoughts since I haven’t Tumbled in a couple days. I think it’s funny that by the end of any day spent cleaning, I absolutely hate pennies. For some reason, I find a million of them whenever I clean: they’re on, in, and under anything you can think of. At the same time that I feel like...
THERE IS NO GOD– My mouth, right before a dozen people all coincidentally decided to leave the Hands
Cough, COUGH COUGH, H-CO-CO-COUGH-COUGH, *DEATH NOISES*– My throat
Don’t hate the playa, hate the game– Me, after losing the game.
And again this week just like every week we have a lot to do today– Mrs. MacMahon, at the beginning of every damn English class
I’m dying inside!– Stropko, reading someone else’s Tumblr
Ok, So: I was totally going to log on here and talk about 7-11 and their recent wonderful marketing based on Obama’s comments last week, the fact that I’m probably going to be hitting up 7-11 more because I like smart marketing, and how delicious ICEEs and Slurpees are. But I’m not. Tonight, I’m going to be writing about the thing that links Wendy’s to people who play...
Ok, So I’m blogging now Cory. I hope you’re happy. I don’t want to do this UNIV 101 project I’m sitting here waiting for people to do with for also but to do but indeed also I have to do it because there are people who I am meeting for dinner like such as yourself and others and I need to get this done in order to proceed on such a think like such as. I remember that...