So I'm just scrolling, stalkin' my own blog, when I see something that shocks me into oblivion.
Published on June 9th, 2013.
June. Flipping. Ninth.
We are still in school.
It was 60 degrees F outside on Thursday. How the heck is it June 9th?
I am supposed to be laying outside, pretending to tan, but, in reality, acquiring freckles. I am supposed to be planning a fitness regimen to lose some weight and then failing but still losing weight because it's so painfully beautiful out. I am supposed to be
happy.
But, instead, I'm sitting in my house in my enormous stupid sweatshirt, stuffing my face, dying a sore-throated and feverish death, and, worst of all,
I keep hitting the stupid wrong key because Apple thinks it's okay to be different and decided that it should be called "command" instead of "control." Obviously, Apple hasn't been to Middle School, because if it had, it would know the golden rule:
conform.
You can't just go change the order of the keyboard. That's not how it works.
Can you tell that this illness is going to my head?
Shall we close with a quote?
"i swear to god kim kardashian has been pregnant for about 3 years now"
- w-ave on Tumblr.
(We feel ya, w-ave.)
Elle