I spelt frickin’ “Question” wrong.
I just went to kick my sister in the face (not really, but you know, that play thing where you swing your leg up as though you are going to kick them in the face, but don’t really kick them)
And it backfired on me. I missed. And my leg swung back down with more force than I gave it to get it up so my leg came crashing down and made my whole body swing sending me stumbling into the door frame next to me. My sister, the witty sophomore she is, says, “Ma’am, how much have you had to drink?”
To which I could only answer, “Not enough to say you are good lookin’!”
why I am not a model, in the simplest terms:
I’m too short. And I don’t like seeing pictures of myself.
my friends will be here in an hour
one of my friends inspired me to look through my old yearbooks dating bcd to 2005
I never realized how small I was compared to all the other people in my grade. Up until last year or so I have always been skinny and short, then around mid-junior year of high school its like my body finally figured out what is was supposed to be doing and I reached a normal height and weight
I do not understand growing up at all.
The Subway Simulator tunnel extension that was built at the FDNY Fire Academy last year. Firefighters and EMS members train on this full-scale replica of an underground subway tunnel every day.
got my stopwatch back