But I need to say, Navy Pier is long, like really long.
They all lied. I was lied to.
So my workoutspiration is her, pretending to kick ass, in a very technical way.
But something about trying to flirt with my physical therapist screams sexual harassment. So, I’m holding back.
Everyone experiences the intrigue of BTS.
So now my life is a musical in my head.
So every morning I will literally be crawling out of a hole to eat my breakfast.
In case you were confused by the title, I’m unemployed. I was going to work on that wall project, maybe you’ve heard of it. But, apparently it, like everything else, has been outsourced to Mexico. So, now I have nothing to do.
I’m back in America. I know. It’s weird. My Korean experience (I’m referring to me living in Korea, not some last minute relationship I had with a Korean. I’m not that lucky), but anyway, my Korean experience is over. Now I’m forced to talk about it with everyone I meet. You know what that means!…
If you were ever wondering the real sound of summer, it’s the sound of cicadas screaming YAS at the top of their lungs.