Nobody Gonna Break Our Stride.
Seriously.
Does that valley girl a few cubes over really need to be talking so much? And why is she always talking to that I-think-I'm-sooo-cool-and-hip-because-I-hang-out-in-coffee-shops-and-write-poetry-and-watch-indy-movies guy next to me?
Like, oh, my, god. Totally.
And why do I like to do that I-have-to-describe-people-using-dashes-between-every-word thing? I don't know either.
Like, oh, my, god. Totally.
And why do I like to do that I-have-to-describe-people-using-dashes-between-every-word thing? I don't know either.
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