You know what sucks? The fact that I’m pretty sure I still haven’t met a ton of people; I just can’t dig that lack of knowledge. But classic introductions are so dull and boring that I always forget about them, so how ‘bout instead, you all just tell me the weirdest nickname you’ve ever had. It’ll be fun. Maybe. Maybe I’ll just look like a crazy person. I don’t know, let’s find out. 3, 2, 1, GO.
When the people at the movie theatre start knowing my by name and they know the top three movies I’m going to go see again, it’s probably time I start doing something different with my time.
I’m legit failing to see any sort of problem with this.
Word of advice, if you’re doing a back walkover… make sure there’s nothing behind you or else you’ll hit your foot on a chair… and it will hurt.
Yikes… are you alright?
I think it’s time for a little Olivia Fabray dance party. The jams are on and the Pink Grapefruit sparking ICE is flowing. If anyone needs me I’ll be getting down to Misterwives.
It is always time for a dance party, let’s be real.
That’s a brilliant idea.
I am chock full of brilliant ideas.