So, I have kind of a problem with impulse control.
1. You rely on the sheer size of the internet to shield you from attention, kind of like how the last place anyone would notice you would be in a huge throng of people. Actually, it’s exactly like that.
I mean, you could also watch a good movie on DVD, but who even does that anymore?
Not because you don’t have fun together, you do. That’s why you’re friends, duh.
Going from not really having boobs to having a respectable amount of boobage is a weird transition to go through overnight (okay, over the course of a month or so).
8. You start drunk crying because he said something sweet, and that was just like too much.
I’ve come up with a list of my top 5 rappers I’d love to kick it with in a totally platonic and not at all sexual way.
Cue the existential crisis where I struggle to come to terms with my own privilege and the fact that not everything in the world is made just for me.