I rode in to work in “feels like 12” with 20 mph winds after death sleeping for 12 hours last night due to my asshole sinuses. Why did I do that? Why do I hate myself? When I came off the 59th st bridge, my face was just spewing mucus.
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Emily. twenty-two. My favorite color is fluorescent beige. I'm good at embarrassing myself in public and finding FASHUNS in thrift stores.
I'm here to talk about my day and things that are terrible. Also post an obnoxious amount of pictures of myself/my bangs.
Sometimes I craft using glitter, construction paper, and tears; but mostly I watch tv and like learn stuff or whatever.
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