My need to be comfortable has doomed me to forever look like a homeless person.
I’ve seen a lot of stuff on tumblr about people feeling awkward when people sing “happy birthday.” Well, I have a solution.
Indecisiveness: Another conflict I frequently encounter at the cashier.
I hate when people are too attractive and then I melt and puddle all over the floor.
I panic when I get to the cashier because I know I’ll be digging through piles of crap in my purse/pockets for like ten minutes.



