5 Things I Think About Every Sunday Night
1. There’s a weird grey area in friendship/acquaintanceship that is neither “nice person you barely know but see sometimes on Facebook”…
1. There’s a weird grey area in friendship/acquaintanceship that is neither “nice person you barely know but see sometimes on Facebook”…
Candy Corn is addicted to meth and tries to have sex with your sister.
“I love really fucking bony guys. Collarbones, ribs, hipbones, all of it. I want to feel like I’m cuddling with a skeleton. Lol… seriously.”
Society seems totally willing to give every child star a pass on their coming-of-age turmoil, except when it comes to Justin Bieber.
Respond honestly when they ask you how they look. If there is some constructive criticism to be given, you are the only person in this world they can trust to tell them that they need to get their eyebrows threaded.
Potted flowers and plants, sure. They are beautiful, and they represent, at the very least, your ability to not kill something. But the girl with the fresh-cut flowers is very different and, in my mind, has always been a very specific person.
The other day, my friend and I were talking about the strange, dare I say extremely white phenomenon of sending multi-thousand-word…
Some people are disgusted by egg salad, and those people are wrong. Its sulfury goodness is half the appeal. Egg salad is wonderful.
Navigating bathroom use is an awkward and inevitable thing. Eventually they will be aware of the fact that you’re doing a number two, and it’s up to you to decide how far you’re willing to go in the interest of preserving the mystery.
Meet her at the bar 15 minutes late, and make sure to emphasize three times in your explanation how busy you are right now, because things are slammed at work.