I like my hair
I like my cat
I like my friend Sarah
I like my abnormal consumption of Denny’s ranch
I like being me.
I had a dream last night that I didn’t have eyebrows and it was terrifying.
I had a dream where my teeth fell out. Oh god.
Ugh. My parents like to conveniently forget to tell me things. Like “oh we’re having a party sunday” and “oh by the way there will be drinking so people will probably spend the night.” and “oh a specific guy is probably going to be here tonight and staying.”
Guess who the specific guy is?
What did we learn?