The only reason i enjoy going to bed is so i can make stories up in my head which makes my brain think it’s actually real
Nobody asked me to prom, so I took my calculator.
Pics or it didn’t happen
His name is T.I.
He brought me flowers.
Obligatory outdoor photos.
Here I am, introducing him to friends.
A close-up shot of his dashing visage.
My principal talked about it in his weekly email, but he got it wrong. That tux was some damn fine imported silk.
To where and how you land up on your feetYeah, I might be addictedTo how you always get the best of me