Every time I ride the grayhound the last person on the bus sits next to me, preventing me from sitting by myself. Every fucking time.
I woke up angry and not in the mood to socialize, and it’s family reunion day.
I know just how tired I am when reading about Bergeron winning the Selke and NHl cover, and start to tear up.
Why does my body always want to get up at 7:30 on weekends, but waking up at 6:30 is torture during the week?
I’m going to see The Fault in Our Stars tonight and I’m not sure if I should be excited or not.
Hey! Drew Doughty will be bringing the cup to London!!! :))