|How did I become so anxious?
||[May. 31st, 2007|10:36 pm]
I should do some math. I hate math. I hate math more than hearing scratching of a fork on someone's teeth...okay, maybe a little less. There's nothing worse than that grindy teeth against metal.|
Actually, I really dislike feeling wind on my face, like when the window is open in a car. I usually put my hood on in that kind of situation. But I'm not sure which I hate most: math, metal on teeth, or wind.