I moved into my apartment today! I feel so bad for my dad. He's had to move all my stuff in and out of my dorms for the last couple years. And I have a lot of stuff. A lot a lot. I tried to cut it down this year. Pretty all that meant was I didn't bring the TV, which I suspect might be an artifact from the Stone Age.
You know what I hate? When you are sweaty and you go to shake someone's hand or hug them. Then your skin kind of clings to their skin (especially if they are sweaty, too) and you just know that your shirt is kind of moist in the back, and they can feel it if they hug you. And you just smile politely at each other. But you know you're both thinking the same thing: "gross..."
I know. Disgusting imagery in the previous paragraph. I apologize. I'm exhausted and feel that I should stop talking before I say something embarrassing like how much I like to lick my knees.
Bats always turn left when leaving a cave.
love lisa
p.s. I don't really like to lick my knees. Promise. ^_^
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