"Go to ask.com and type in google… That’s how I search for everything…" You’re the worst, lady at the Charlotte airport that I hope never sits in my section.
I always end up an odd wheel. I’ve never been a 9th in my own home tho
I really get uncomfortable when people tell me the things I woulda/shoulda/coulda done/been doing with my life. What do you think keeps me up all fucken night?