You remembered the guy’s name in front of me and the chick behind me, but when it’s my turn to order and you pull out that black sharpie to scribble my name across the cup, you look at me with that blank stare of yours.
And honestly, I’m totally fine with surfing the crimson wave for 5-7 days each month, but why must each period week be accompanied by a week of pregaming?! WHY GOD WHY.
Cucumber water. I am pro-cucumbers, but anti them taking a bath in my water.
Is this Destiny’s Child?! SAY MY NAME. Throwbaaaaaack. I approve. Are we climbing a hill now? Bring it on. Let’s climb five hills in a row. I don’t even care. This song is everything.
Scatter manila folders across your table. No one questions the integrity of a person with manila folders.
When people enter your car, it’s a similar moment of vulnerability. Your guests are basically entering a hot box of YOU and whatever it is that you hoard in your sweet ride.
He calls shotgun every single time because… he can! You’re the one with a car and gas money so you’re the chauffeur by default.
The act of blushing can be quite upsetting for the “blusher” because it implies that they are: embarrassed, nervous, ashamed, overly self-conscious, sex flushed? I don’t know.
I’ve made the mistake of, “Oh we’re only going to be out for a few hours right? I can wear these strappy, paper-thin sandal things! Yeah, that sounds like a great idea!” This is NOT a great idea. This is masochism.
Here’s the list I would have written to myself five days ago, had I known what I know now.