"Her good looks could have sailed a ship, But her will alone could have sunk it." Call me Bells.
About to eat twice the weight of my emotional baggage in Fidel’s.
Trust me, that’s a lot of food.
UPDATE: I cannot consume that much food.
I have fourteen hours to decide whether I want to shave my head or not.
Welp, I give up. Surrender, rather.
Apparently “I think we over medicate our youth” translates to “Please give me a prescription for Prozac.”
