Underwear Not Matching Days of the Week
After ten minutes of looking through my closet for a pair of underwear, I notice it says “Friday†on it… and it's Saturday. Looks like I’ll have to find a different pair.
After ten minutes of looking through my closet for a pair of underwear, I notice it says “Friday†on it… and it's Saturday. Looks like I’ll have to find a different pair.
I hate it when I take a bite and I pull the entire onion string out of the deep-fried ring.
I like this app but I hate how it is revolved around hate. Why can’t there be an app called Things That I Like? Is it weird to hate hate? Well, I do.
You don’t like my music. You hate my band t-shirts. You hate my hair. You hate my eyebrows. You hate that I get straight As and not straight Cs like you did. You hate that I got a job at an earlier age. You hate my best friend. Yet you love the girl that pushed me down the stairs? You hate my boyfriend even though he tries so hard to make you guys respect him. You hate that I can draw really well. Why not let me live with my friend? You want me to be there 24/7 anyway.
Maybe you have no rush to get to your classes, but I have to rush to get to mine. So instead of walking like an ant, walk a little faster.
I hate when I wake up after a nap and don’t know if it’s the morning or night.
Mad at her… OMG, loooooove him… Grrrrr, she wore the same shirt… Ugh, boring math… Why must he ignore me?… Hair, please curl!… All you need is love!…
Can I be mad, in love, irritated, bored, ignored, frustrated, happy, but not at the same time?
You’re just jealous that you don’t have a candy named after you. Sincerely, Nerds.
This guy has a girlfriend and he’s always texting me calling me sexy and asks me to meet him in the park so we can do it. That’s disgusting beyond belief. There are not words to describe how big of a nasty pig you are.
My grandma is getting old. The only thing is she doesn’t seem to notice, and she thinks she’s still young. I guess she forgets, and this makes me so sad, because I love my grandma and I don’t want her to get old. What if she dies? What will I do then, huh? Life will be completely miserable without her. I hate that she has to get old.