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Showing posts with label where the eff is my naptime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label where the eff is my naptime. Show all posts
Sunday, October 31, 2010
The difference between weekdays and weekends.
As you can see, it speaks for itself. In the first, I'm apparently wearing a brown shirt and jeans, but it looks awful and strange. I am trying to sleep on my kitchen counter. This has happened before. In the second, I'm wearing ball shorts (or basketball shorts) and a big, awesome, pea soup green Jimi Hendrix hoodie that belongs to my aunt. This is basically my life.And yes, my hair does that sometimes.
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