when my mom was 30ish, my dad took her to this garage band concert as a date and she really liked them so she bought a cd from them and talked to them for a few hours then promised to keep in touch with them and show everyone her cd, but later forgot. So 10 or so years later theyre on the radio and she just smacks her head then says, “fuck i forgot to show everyone the cd” and that is the story of how my mom let Adam Levine and the rest of Maroon 5 down.
Its pretty late, I’m gonna go to bed *browses every social media site known to man for over an hour*
doing a math question on a multiple choice test and getting an answer that isnt even listed as one of the choices
I went to go take a shower and there’s a goddamn frozen turkey floating in the tub I fucking hate Thanksgiving
sometimes I think I’m better than everyone else but then I remember I am