- in middle school, the boy I had a crush on went to my best friend’s birthday party. he asked her out to dance (pictures later detailed his hand on her butt) to a mariah carey song. I transmitted my jealousy through even more obnoxious commentary. Inspired by the night’s events, I returned home to express this betrayal through song…à la Nicki Minaj/Taylor Swift.
- A couple of years ago, I felt an artistic surge. Amazed with the newfound “talent,” I thought it best to give my paintings away as presents. I “got the cheekbones right.”
the list is endless really but i'll save you the secondhand embarrassment w. 4 notes