Okay, I gotta catch up to this party.

OF COURSE I STILL SING WITHOUT THE MUSIC.

I’m a self-narrator ANYWAY. I talk, out loud, to myself CONSTANTLY. So much so that I have to consciously turn it off at work so they don’t send me to floor 4.

No one leaves floor 4.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.