Saturday, October 18
Stealing a page from someone else's book or why I can't focus on the world when my shoelace is untied
Tonight I went out to dinner with some friends and we were having the all-important conversation on what we're really looking for in a significant other -- and while we talked about manners and appropriate levels of intelligence and how I love goofy boys (which is different from dorky boys, though I like them too, it just depends on what kind of dork, 'cause, let's face it, I'm a big dork, and did you know that my main hobby appears to be blogging? And that is truly, truly horrifying), we never once touched upon looks or money. I said some truly asinine things which I later contradicted, but I think I really said aforementioned stupid things because what I was thinking was: "My shoelace is untied."
It seriously undid me. I obsessed about it for a good 20 minutes before I finally bit the bullet and tied my damn shoe.
posted @ 7:33 PM |
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