A freezing commute and a breeze going up my pants is no match for the warmth of a tall sock. Nobody knows I have such tall socks on, but I do… and I am happy about it.
My pipes are so cold that all my water is pre chilled. Pour it into a glass, drink about half of it, refill to the top, walk away... nuff said. #GulpNation
Sometimes all I want to do is have someone listen to me talk about it. It’s not realistic though and it’s annoying. When I write in my diary and I read it back over it feels like someone is listening
You can learn so much about what’s going on when you’re not there. It’s fun to speculate about what made them. The snow is good for keeping records of things
