have you ever just listened to a recording of you talking and then felt terrible for anyone who’s ever had to talk to you ever
I wish I could say alsdjfaowiegjsldkfjsfd in real life
Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
my favorite game is called “how many episodes can I watch in one night”
“At olive garden we’re as passionate about cheese as you are”
Oh no olive garden
I don’t think you understand how passionate I am about cheese
i dont like getting yelled at i literally stand there and burst into tears
What if you wanted to have an impromptu dramatic singoff with someone and they didn’t know the lyrics
These are things I worry about as a grown woman.
the worst is when bohemian rhapsody starts playing in your ipod and you’re on the bus and you have to hold yourself down and not sing out loud and vocalize every guitar solo