In a box

Sometimes all my little heart wants to do is write a witty blog post. I gave up on that a long time ago though.

I wore a skull ring on my left 4th finger (yeah, THAT one) to my friend's bridal shower last night. I am so funny sometimes.



I found this unattractive picture in my "internal memory." We can assume that it was taken in the dorms simply because of the presence of cinder-block walls, but really, I have no recollection of this. I think I'm losing my own internal memory.