I have a first date (like, in real life) with emoji-loving This Fresh Prince tonight. So the question, of course, is DO I WEAR THIS?!?!?
Relax, guys. I’m totally kidding. I’m not insane. I would never wear a towel on a first date.
But yes to the emoji sweatshirt, right?
Me: “I have too many Dans in my phone. I’m getting confused. I was labeling them by the dating app, but now there are 2 Dan J-swipes.”
Co-teacher: “Well you went out with one of them. I assume you learned his last name?”
Me: “Yeah, why?”
Co-teacher: “You could put him in your phone with his last name, instead of the dating app.”
Me: “Ohhh. Good idea.”
Co-teacher: “It wasn’t really an idea. It’s just what normal people do.”
Interesting.
(Continuation of This Guy Who Caught Me)
He was totally cool about it…
And then he stopped talking to me. Probably because he sees that I’m blogging everything he says/does. Like this. Right now. (Hi new friend! Thanks for being cool!)
Well. THIS was bound to happen…
Or someone I should stay far, far away from, as the combination would be would be harmful both to ourselves and society at large.
That moment last weekend when you begrudgingly put on that ring your ex-boyfriend bought you, because you had a fancy event and it’s the only nice ring you own. That subsequent moment, 3 days later when you STILL can’t get it off your finger because oops, you got fatter since that relationship.
So what I’m trying to say is, it’s time for someone to buy me a really nice ring that fits, Dad.
Also I might have to saw my finger off.
That moment when you meet your friends for a classy UES Mexican brunch wearing your sister’s maternity jeans.
Because it’s that or yesterday’s church clothes.
I was super excited to let my friend know that I received her wedding shower invitation, so I texted her a picture of it.
Oh.
He has not responded.
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