I hate when people are like, “My eyes change color depending on the day and what I’m wearing and the lighting and blah”…you are so special and lucky and that just makes you an incredible human being, really. I’m so glad for you and your supernatural eyes. I bet that isn’t even the most amazing thing about you.
There was this guy in my building last year who apparently was scared of holding babies because he thought it would somehow make his girlfriend get pregnant. Now I’m, like, really aware of pregnant women and have this irrational feeling that if I’m around one for an extended period of time my body will turn on me weaken my birth control or make me super fertile and make me get pregnant.
I wish my bed was more like a nest
My wild plans for tonight include attempting to measure exactly how much water I can fit in my mouth without gagging
It isn’t about me at all really. I’m not tall (5 feet) and I have brown hair with a few pieces of pink at the end. It was my joke imaginary girl band name in high school, but before that “lofty” came from a translation of a poem we read in Latin and “ginger” just came from me eating a lot of ginger (the food) and thinking redheads are pretty.
Tall redhead, basically. I mean, I could say a lot more about what it means or, like, how I thought of it but I don’t know if that’s what you were asking exactly.
