Me: “I’m sorry I wasn’t more helpful with unpacking your boxes and suitcases today, but I have to run a half marathon tomorrow.”
Eric: “Yeah, and I have to stand in the cold to cheer you on tomorrow!”
And now he doesn’t live here anymore.

Me: “I’m sorry I wasn’t more helpful with unpacking your boxes and suitcases today, but I have to run a half marathon tomorrow.”
Eric: “Yeah, and I have to stand in the cold to cheer you on tomorrow!”
And now he doesn’t live here anymore.


Eric: “I feel like I’ve really cramped up your apartment. Is it making you anxious?”
Me: “What?! No, babe…”

Yes, I enjoyed my first two phish concerts. But let’s rein it in.

I was REALLY enjoying watching “Fuller House” until I read the reviews for “Fuller House,” which essentially claim that if you are enjoying watching “Fuller House,” it’s because you’re a fucking idiot whose life is sad.
Oh.
