Before disappearing to my room to finish my Summary and Response paper on "An Essay on Criticism," I told Martine and Jill to tell me if they need me to turn it down, since I "need to listen to really shitty music when I write essays."
I think they thought I was joking. That was before I broke out the Spice Girls.
... :D?
I think they thought I was joking. That was before I broke out the Spice Girls.
... :D?