I wonder if the men that I work with, who are significantly older and more professional than I am, enjoy watching me try to figure out how much of a cinnamon crunch bagel I can get in my mouth in one bite.
There isn’t much that’s worse than realizing you didn’t mean as much to someone as they meant to you. Except maybe running over a baby with your car, I imagine that is prettttty terrible. I ran over a bird with my bike once but it wouldn’t move out of my way so I don’t feel guilty about it.
By 8th grade I had allowed 3 boys to touch my boob(s) and 2 of them had art class together and one time in that art class one of them said to the other “I heard we have something in common” and I am still laughing about it ten years later but also it’s kind of terrible.
Just fyi, I’m almost never crying when I say I’m crying on tumblr/twitter/fb. I only cry if my pink eye medicine burns my eyes or if I get to the part in Lilo & Stitch where they try to take Stitch away.
I went to a baseball game tonight and sitting in front of me were four four year old boys (and their four hot dads) and I paid way more attention to all eight of those boys than I did any of the boys that were playing baseball (except to stare at their butts every once in a while) but at one point two of the four year olds started hugging each other and then the other two joined in and they just hugged for a long, long time because they are humans and they haven’t been ruined yet, but then one of them got a nose bleed and their dads made them stop hugging.
I just took a trip to Rite Aid and it was extremely bizarre for a number of reasons, one of them being that the couple in front of me were in the midst of what I’m assuming was their first solo hang out and both of them separately purchased a single tube of petroleum jelly.