You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about font lately. It’s kind of like the horror soundtrack to a jump scare. It’s a make or break kind of thing. Sometimes I look at the font of a restaurant or cafe and just think “You could’ve been so much more than that Comic Sans.”
Hello, my name is Aya.
This is my first blog post here.
I feel like I cracked my skull on the pavement and the last thing I saw was glittery nail polish pouring out of it like a spilled cup of milk. You know what they say though: don’t cry over spilled milk. Well I’m not crying, just whining. Whining about how dumb it is that I’m not already sleeping because I am THAT tired. And it’s midnight. What normal 24 year old goes to sleep at midnight? What’s worse, I was already this tired at 9. Yup, it’s official, I am one boring sack of potatoes.
At least my head contains glitter polish.