You know, you can say, “I’m telling the truth,” but you can’t say, “I’m telling the falsehood,” or, “I’m telling the lie,” or even, “I’m telling the untruth.” Anyone want to sign a petition?
While some complain that Facebook is disintegrating real-life interactions and whatnot, I’m finding it very useful in determining whether or not a girl is dating someone before I ask her out.
Did you know that a sprinkler’s jet stream hitting a lamppost sounds awfully like a telephone ring?
When I sneeze, I sneeze sneeze sneeze sneeze sneeze sneeze.
When walking on campus, I’ve noticed that I often forget to turn my head when I look to the sides. It wasn’t a problem until I saw someone else doing the same thing — it’s creepy!
It is so fun to roll up dryer lint into a ball.
I really don’t like lipstick. I don’t mean eating it (though I’m sure I don’t like it that way), or on me (and I am sure I don’t like it there), but on girls. Judging from the ubiquity of it, I sense that I am very much in the minority here. (This is not always a bad thing. For example, I can sue someone — anyone — and make bank, or I could snag some multicultural scholarship. Why would anyone ever want to be in a majority?)
When secondhand rain drips down from the trees above, let’s hope it’s not as unhealthy as secondhand smoke.
I need to be more complimentary.

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