Polka Dots: Guys can’t rock polka dots like a chick can.
3. You’ll quit your job.
I fancy myself an adult, but you have to understand it’s only when it’s convenient for me.
He had on dumb shoes with weird, double buckles. The shoes probably cost more than my rent, and as I was desperately yearning for payday to come I internally rolled my eyes at the guy.
I’ve done all that I’m supposed to do; yet I still wake up most days wondering why I’m spending 9+ hours at a desk when I really want to be Tweeting insane things to celebrities.
It’s probably, definitely, most likely love if…