Sure this is a little sentimental, but I don’t care, I like it. Plus it’ll totally help me roundup more InterWeb tweens who like sappy stuff. Check out my Twitter page that I never update here kidz!
Not-So-Fun Fact: In second grade, during an indoor recess brought on by rain, I was playing tag with my shoelaces untied (a short-lived fad in my elementary school), when one of my unnamed “friends” [cough] Sam Haller [cough] stepped on my shoe-laces while chasing me in a heated game of tag. I chipped my front tooth pretty badly, and since then my other front tooth has suffered nerve damage and died. Thanks, Sam!
P.S. Veneers cost $3,000 pal!
The notorious character type who bobbed her hair, smoke cigarettes, drank gin, sported short skirts, and passed her evenings in steamy jazz clubs, where she danced in a shockingly immodest fashion with a revolving cast of male suitors.”
“The New Woman of the 1920s boldly asserted her right to dance, drink, smoke, and date— to work her own property, to live free of the strictures that governed her mother’s generation. (…) She flouted Victorian-era conventions and scandalized her parents. In many ways, she controlled her own destiny”
from now on I’m going to convey sarcasm over the internet by typing like this
oh wow look how sarcastic that looks
that actually does look really sarcastic though. this is revolutionary
DEAR GOD SOMEONE HAS INVENTED THE SARCASM FONT THIS IS A TIME FOR CELEBRATION
To me, songs are kind of like bookmarks. Have you ever listened to a song that you haven’t heard in a while, and all of a sudden, all the memories of that time period come back, and you remember what your life used to be like. They’re like milestones in your life.