I taste like garlic.
I’m kinda cold.
I can’t believe I got a 3.8 GPA this semester.
I wish the forecast would make up its mind about rain tomorrow.
I can’t decide if I like my hair better curly or straight.
I need a haircut. Bad.
I ought to stop setting myself up for disappointments.
I need someone to massage the shit out of my shoulders.
I would really really love someone to give me a day at the spa.
I sometimes think I should’ve been a nurse.
I think Angelina is going to love her birth kids more than her adopted kids.
I totally know how Pam Beesley feels.
I need to find something to wear to my Baccalaureate Mass in 45 minutes.
I have barely made a dent in my packing and I’m moving out tomorrow.
I hope my mom doesn’t find anything inappropriate when she helps me pack this evening.
I hate the act of packing.
I hate putting all of my belongings in cardboard Scholastic boxes from my mom’s school.
I graduate tomorrow.
Holy shit, I GRADUATE TOMORROW.