…and you’re just like “I don’t know, I guess tomorrow when I walk out of my house I’ll just choose one from the swarm of guys that all come sprinting towards me.”
THE GIF AND THE COMMENT ARE WIN
“omg fjaklsdjfoweinv i’m literally dying right now i can’t breathe i think i just pissed myself and i’m dead and woke up and died all over again because this is so fricking hilarious and seriously did you go to comedy school because this is amazing or are you a mortician because there’s a dead person right here fjakweofjiovjladk too funny.”
Like, seriously. But really.
Right now I’m listening to The Call by Regina Spektor, and it reminds me of my senior year of high school, when I’d listen to it in the dark lying in bed right before I fell asleep each night.
*Of course it’s a bitch when it just brings back shitty memories. That sucks.
A while back I was at my local diner (which I am now meaningless mayor of on Foursquare. Woo.) and I was talking to Justin about how this one friend of ours is REALLY gorgeous but doesn’t know it. I was…
Day six: most heartbreaking scene.