I have aspergers and the same thing goes for me. Music in my head 95% of the time. Only when I’m super tired will I not have that happen.
Here I am, shopping in a store that sells a small amount of plus size clothing. I look around clearance (because I’m thrifty) and see that at least half includes either horizontal stripes or crop tops. Now I’m happy with my body, but I prefer to accentuate my shoulders, or my chest, not my less-than-toned stomach. Do all places have such clothes untailored to the plus size form? I find myself frustrated that such a thing could be true. But it must be. And the one store that sold 100% my style clothes within a three hour radius has been closed. Torrid I and my sister will miss you. The next nearest is almost five hours away. Sigh.
petition for jeff padalecki, josh ackles, and sasha collins to make a tv show called “paranormal” where it’s exactly like supernatural but instead of actually killing anything they run away crying.
Despite the incorrect names, I still know who they’re talking about.
I think, if there isn’t already a name for this phenomenon, it should be called the Blueberry Crumblebread effect.
This morning, just before my alarm rang and got me up, I had yet another odd dream. Weirder than the yogurt one. Well, here it goes.
I was sitting in The Dublin- an Irish style pub in Duluth- talking to Anderson, Lestrade, and Sherlock about potatoes- specifically the different names for them (American and English). And we were discussing tater tots and hash-browns quite heatedly.
Then I woke up.
I had a dream the other night. Now, I always have very vivid dreams, but this one was so realistic. Maybe because it was so simple. In it, I woke up and went downstairs to find my mom eating all my yogurt.
So I woke up, and went to check my yogurt. It was there. But then I couldn’t fall back asleep because I was paranoid.
About my yogurt.