February 2012
9 posts
I have officially determined why I love Scott...
He essentially is the modern day Patrick Bateman, no?
Hey guys, why did the hipster burn his hand?
Because he changed the lightbulb before it was cool!
Reasons why I’m so classy:
I laugh so loud in little French restaurants that the patrons around me actually quiet down and look around.
I dribble hot chocolate sauce down the front of my shirt.
I respond, “pas probleme,” to the servers who say “merci beaucoup.” What am I reassuring THEM for?
I try to make a smooth exit but end up tripping over my heels.
I forget...
wah.
I officially want to crawl into a hole and cry. Never have I been so scared for the future of my education before.
Someone ought to shovel pints of ice cream down my throat… and I certainly wouldn’t count on any significant others to do so for me.
If I had froyo for lunch, would that be so bad?