genuinely sorry for the people who tried to talk to me and were disappointed by how uncool i am
My third grade teacher called my mother and said, ‘Ms. Cox, your son is going to end up in New Orleans in a dress if we don’t get him into therapy.’ And wouldn’t you know, just last week I spoke at Tulane University, and I wore a LOVELY green and black dress.
when you’ve looked at a word so long that you progressively think “is this even spelt right? is this even a word? is this even English?” until you’re like “who even am I?” and begin having an existential crisis over your homework