LIKE WOAH
Just after I hit 4 miles my heart started to hurt. I thought "hmm... that's weird... are you trying to tell me something? Either you are hungry for french fries or tired from exertion. Or pining for my lost love." I think it was probably door number 2, so I walked for a tiny bit. (and then ate french fries later, just in case)
Looks like the studio aprons arent super flattering... good thing there are zero men within a 100 feet.
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