In other news, this is what I just forcefully thought at the overly cute couple holding hands and looking deeply into one another's eyes while working at 2am in the library:
"Did you bring enough happiness to share with the class? No? Then I guess I'll just have to confiscate it until the end of the day, now won't I."
I am a bitter, bitter woman.
Earlier today I was recounting an IM conversation I'd had last night to Mary. Her reaction "But wait, that was really witty and funny" elicited from me an "I KNOW! I put a lot of work into that conversation! What? Does he think I just come up with these things like that?! This is effort, dude, effort!"
This exchange exhibits three things: (1)Mary, like all of my friends, is really far to wonderful to me (2)I am far more of a narcissist than I often like to admit (3) the problem with some of my social interactions may be that, though I can register that the other person is not putting forth the effort I am, I do not proportionately adjust my actions.
Also....boys smell. Smell like butts. Millions and millions of butts.
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