Imagine typical story of Tuesday sitting around coffeehouses and/or bars chatting it up about...what have you.
"Boyfriend. A car. A job. My white girl life."
Antics ensue.
I changed my profile pic to show the world that I am not cross eyed or sporting an uni-brow or anything else that I'd be hiding with all the headless pics I've been putting up. It's just that my nose is always in a book.
"Boyfriend. A car. A job. My white girl life."
Antics ensue.
I changed my profile pic to show the world that I am not cross eyed or sporting an uni-brow or anything else that I'd be hiding with all the headless pics I've been putting up. It's just that my nose is always in a book.
whenever i'm in a bar chatting it up i end up going home waaaaaaaaaaay too late.