Everything is exactly how you remember it…. So far.
I saw this idea on Twitter the other day.
I like to paint my nails weird colors. I’ve always loved to do that. When I was a little girl and my mom would treat me to a manicure, she’d “o0oo0h” and “ahhhh” me toward the more modest colors.
Everyone on Facebook seemed to be so put together and here I was trying to write about the most blah 4-hour date of my life, with a guy who told me I was smarter than I looked.
“Ughhh, I’m sick of people revealing too much on Facebook.”
Growing up is overrated.
A guy who picked me up from the airport yesterday told me that he recently moved to Chicago from LA. “You know that feeling when you instantly regret something,” he started to say after I asked him about his move.
Yes, Joan. Life is tough. You kept us laughing through it and now the joke is entirely on us.
The hem of your Forever 21 polyester floral dress is sticking to the inner portion of your cinnamon bun feeling thighs. It’s summer time, in New York City.