No one really care about what I’ve been up to for the past eight hours.
But for my own sake, I’ve been personalizing the new gadget I bought today with several christmases, birthdays, and new years worth of cash.
I should really go to sleep now.
Goodnight.
Honestly, where have these people been?
The wonderful moment when you realize there’s nothing to do.
#160. Cursing
I’m well-aware that cursing is not attractive.
I’m well-aware that I curse a lot, especially when I’m pissed.
I don’t curse to be cooler. I curse because that is how I talk.
You can judge me. You can tell me I have a limited vocabulary, and I will tell you that I know. I am not the most eloquent person, and I really do suck at English. So, hey, you’re right, but what’s your point? It doesn’t mean I’m stupid.
Lol. Yup.
The great skillI used to apply this invisishield has determined that if need be I could be a window tinter.
Tempted to set my tablet’s setting to Chinese so MingLingDingDong won’t screw around with it when I’m not looking.
#159. Mingson
I finally did it. Writing a fact about my brother.
Well, Mingson’s name is comprised of Ming and son. You know, like Jackson, Dickson, Ericson. My dad was totally like “Well, why can’t I have Mingson?” (My dad’s Chinese name is Ming.) Because it’s actually two separate parts, it makes it easy for me to call him whatever. Depending on my mood, he’s Mingson, MingMing, MingBoob, MingFart, MingLingDingDong, and usually not much else.
Fact: My brother doesn’t eat fruits or veggies. D:
