I don’t like domestic abuse.
I don’t like domestic abuse. I prefer mine imported.
I don’t like domestic abuse. I prefer mine imported.
Happy Birthday to this blog, Happy Birthday to this blog, Happy Birthday A Pixelated Mind, Happy Birthday to you! My blog turns five today. Yey? … Yes. Yey. Here’s the first post, in case you weren’t astute enough an investigator…
I should add “if you didn’t want me to” when I say “I would never tell anyone anything you told me.” Otherwise, I’m just a bad secretary.
I need to find a way to incorporate eating a gajillion Halloween candies into my calorie tracker.
Next Halloween I’m going to wear a belt and a pair of suspenders. I have determined that.
My understanding halves for every character I find that’s not a part of a language I speak. Why aren’t there math equations that use an ñ?
My phone sends messages arbitrarily. I just sent “I see u” to a friend I saw walking. I hope she gets it before she goes home to take a bath
My eyes have just been opened by @FakeAPStylebook to the world of people I can mock because they don’t have Internet access
Shoot! I only have 180 days left of qualifying under my mother’s health insurance! Quick: Someone break my legs!
After all: I’m not doing NaBloPoMo.