Emily. 25. I can make some bomb as fuck cookies so you should totally be friends with me.
Conor: babe, why are you standing in front of the fridge?
Me: I can't remember what I ate earlie--TWO CORNDOGS.
I’m literally so tired at I can barely keep my eyes open.
I want to fall asleep but it’s too early and I know I’ll wake up at like 11 or something if I do. Dammittt.
Is there a version of tumblr savior for iPad?
I need to know for reasons.
*goes on tumblr*
*sees nothing but posts about OUAT*
*gets off tumblr, takes a bath, and goes to bed*
Why is everyone so afraid of making doctor’s appointments? It’s really not that bad, you just call the office, say what’s wrong, and they tell you when to come in. Nothing scary about that.
Filing your own taxes, trying to apply for a loan, getting a credit card; that shit is scary.