you get five IMs/gchats in the span of two minutes informing you that Justice Souter is retiring.
Earlier I loaned Amy my headphones for Taylor Swift/Cascada-listening purposes in the library (I’m not here to judge). I looked up, and where was the cord to my headphones? That’s right— In Amy’s mouth. Ew.
This is a somewhat common occurrence— most of my highlighters and pens have small, Amy tooth-shaped marks all over them. Maybe I should invest in a spray bottle and work on aversion therapy?