they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.
i feel like i grew up with the beatles, and they were my friends or something, because my dad's been obsessed with them since he was like 10, and he always used to play their songs in the car, from the time i was like 2.
i remember i liked strawberry fields forever, and i HATED i want to hold your hand, but i like it now. (:
i just attempted to microwave a quesadilla. i microwaved it for THREE MINUTES, and when i take it out the edges are hot, but the middle of it is cold.