Listen, I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. I am proud of any show I watch religiously. Thus, I have no shame in admitting I love Glee. I don’t care if I’m 25 years old.
I live for TV. I could talk about my favorite TV characters for hours. I take an interest in their lives, their careers, even their wardrobes.
The cast and story line is ridiculous, yet somehow make perfect harmony. (If you have never seen it, bless your heart, watch it immediately.)
Each time, you desperately try to make yourself look the part and are consumed by nervous nausea. “Do they like me? Is my face okay? Do I know how to form sentences? I can’t remember how to shake another person’s hand!”
We all do it. We space off. We stare at our phones or TV while someone is trying to share something important with us. Let’s try to look them in the eye and truly hear what they are saying.
Target fixes all.
He might be a little hard to get in contact with at the moment, and I am sure his schedule is like, so packed, but maybe he could pencil me in to do the following.
I can’t begin to explain how obsessed I have been with her my entire life.
I feel as if all of their clothes were made out of denim.