Also, clearly I have been a raging, hormonal bitch this week.
The Bitmoji app really needs an “Ok, close– now make me Jewier” filter as you finish creating your avatar.
That moment when the coworkers of the guy you’re dating send you a super helpful email with suggestions for Israel, so you message him on What’sApp to say that you “love love love them!”, but word-predict decides to do you a solid and you hit send before you realize.
I hate my life.
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 31 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
Alright, well. I officially don’t understand what is happening.
(Continuation of This Optimistic Guy)
Is it bad that I’m kind of starting to like him?
That moment when you’re texting with the guy you went out with last week, and he keeps referencing things you talked about, but you don’t remember any of them because you were WAY too drunk.