the sloppy duck
I get scared that all the little thoughts and memories and tidbits that make me smile and laugh will be forgotten, and nobody will ever know about them. So I'll put them here. And maybe others can pretend like they get it.
my brother
my brother freakin loves chick fil a.
seriously.
when we lived in north carolina, we probably ate it every other day.
so imagine his distress when he moves to boston and there is none.
i couldn’t help but lol at the fact that now, he’ll never get his chick fil a because of the gay marriage dispute.
lolololol
