I hate when I’m home and like I can see Sarah blogging but I don’t know if it’s her queue then she posts fresh from the dash or something so I know she’s actually on but I don’t know if she’s actually home blogging in her room or gone somewhere and blogging from her phone so I have to play the waiting game of “lets put your ear to the door and see if she’s home” and then I feel like a creep because what if she is and I’m listening to her live life. I suppose I could always just ASK her where she is so Sarah WHERE ARE YOU. This happens every day.
I’m in my room. Oh my god. I’m laughing so hard at this.
My best friend everybody. She is pretty magnificent and equally creepy.
