I've been experimenting with pain and delayed gratification while in my work cubicle through limiting caffeine intake. Coffee is my Christian Grey and I am helpless Anastasia.
My bedroom does not gain warmth from my apartment's heater. I'm pretty sure that all my window does is keep bugs out but the air in.
Some may call me obsessive. A certain boyfriend may call me a "heat truther". All I want is to not wake up with sore hands from gripping the blankets to keep heat in... IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!
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