My stomach growls SO LOUDLY at work that I’m afraid the entire building will hear it. I eat so much. There’s absolutely no reason for it to be so effing loud.
I’ve had a Mac computer for the past four years, but it wasn’t until last week that I realized I could sync my iPhone photo stream to the laptop via iCloud. AKA I’ve been manually pulling photos from my phone to my computer this whole time. Like an idiot.
It’s impossible for me to give someone recommendations on things to see/do/eat in the Bay Area without writing a novel. If you don’t want to look at my rambling texts/emails/messages for at least 10 minutes, don’t bother asking.
If you try to give me a reason for why you’re supporting Trump right now, I will have to physically restrain myself from kicking your face in.
I'm obsessed with coffee table books, planners and journals. Like, really obsessed. I would buy them all if I could.
When I do evening workouts (primarily on Mondays), and I know I'm working out again at 6am the next day, I don't bother with showering. Sweaty sheets FTW!
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