The roads I knew became a citySaturday, June 08, 2013
Debating on whether it's more important right now to clean my unrealistically messy room or squander the rest of the day outside in the sun with some lemonade. You can guess which one I'm leaning more towards. How does a room even get like this? I'm almost 83% sure that there is a gnome that lives within my floorboards whom, instead of stealing, leaves rubbish around my room. This makes sense, right?
On a completely unrelated note, does anyone remember watching a PSA with a house hippo? And did anyone else really want one of those?