I mean, really? Is this person real? Feeling very lucky and happy.
Laundry day.
I have the sweetest boy in my life.
Dress, no tights.
This guy was rocking so hard via an amplified discman, I just couldn’t help but dance.
So the other night at happy hour with a girlfriend, I had a crazy crush on the bartender so I left him my number. And he called me. We hung out last night and it was one of the best times I’ve had in a while. I like him. A lot. And I’m so fucking scared that I like him that I’m going to give myself an ulcer. Why can’t I just be cool? UGH.
This is my I-just-ate-maybe-one-pound-of-French-fries-face. Oh, Spotted Pig, why?
This is how much I care about the Superbowl. Just enough to eat a Giants cupcake.
