Fun fact. Men actually mean what they say.
Fun fact. Women wish men emit hidden mixed messages.
Sitting here, pretending to sleep I wonder. How long can I keep these coping mechanisms of work, social, buzzing, volunteering, studying (only 6 months left) up before I collapse into a heap of grey matter-goo.
Had I been born a man, I’m positive my escapades would rival those of a syphilis infected William Blake.
I hate my level of perception. It interferes with all that is logic.
Riddle of the night: Why did everyone else disappear from the pool when you and I talked the night away?