A job that blows. Definitely.
Yes by default, but only for marketing and performance purposes. You can turn off most of the monitoring in the privacy settings of your Google account.
Give meanings to life. Give life to meanings.
Morir soñando. Root beer. Lemon tea. 7 and 7.
If the trailer shows abs... olutely promising scenes.
A seemingly endless chain of redundant commercials.
I prefer to be around people who prefer to be alone.
To be offline and not use the internet.
Simple, healthy, and boring AF.
Burn the paper that might cut my finger.
Lollipop. Hard. Brown. Wrapped in rubber.
I already live in my own happy planet.
Buy all the banks in the world.
God, Satan and Mr. Bean.
Ride invisible on an airplane.
I'm an alien.
Buy more lottery tickets.
White hair looks great on me, but I hate looking great.
An #imaginary song composed by an imaginary friend.
#Smart is knowing that a bamboo is a grass yet not trying to cut one with a grass cutter.
How to fry ice cubes 101 with a golden brown consistency.
I hate talking.
In the #graveyard, apparently.
#Smoking is a crime.