I love hard boiled eggs. When I make hard-bioled eggs, I feel like I hear chicks singing inside the eggs. I figure that it’s the sound of air leaking out of tiny holes or cracks on eggs but I still feel like they are about to hatch.
I love hard boiled eggs.
People often say things like “when I was 2, I was a cool kid” or “when I was 7, my IQ was 1000” or something like that.
I’d be in love with anybody who proudly says “when I was a zygote, I was perfect.”
I came up with a theory for why Asians, especially Japanese, have high cheek bones. I think it’s because in the process of evolution, there must have been some reasons such as climate that required our ancestory to store lots of mucus.
I’ve been having a stuffy nose for almost two weeks. I filled up Mako’s garbage can with my used Kleenex, which made me feel a sense of accomplishment. Yeah!