The great thing about wine is that it makes for a romantic evening, even when you’re drinking it by yourself.
I just watched a documentary on Turkish oil wrestling and decided that I’m moving there.
Friday night with no plans, I should probably try and make some more friends at some point. People scare the shit out of me recently though.
It just doesn’t make sense to me.
I’m wining and dining myself tonight. I love me.
The book for my math class is almost as much as the tuition. How does that even make sense?