Archives for January 2013
I was happily riding the foamy crest of my boozy twenties, just working and playing and crushing on worthless dudes, and then that bitch Panic got a hold of me for five minutes and forced me to apply to law school. That’s one theory, anyway.
I don’t know what it is about the dry cleaners but it stresses me out SO bad. I’ve tried every dry cleaning service in DC and nothing seems to help.
On an unrelated note, I ran into my old neighbor on this morning’s walk. He’s a dark and handsome Brazilian personal trainer named Alejandro. He lived in the apartment above me and my roommate for a long time but then his girlfriend threw him out so he moved down the street.
We never really knew why they broke up. We just took him to be this hot Brazilian dude with a great body who had that super foreign, super friendly thing going on. My standing guess is that she finally wised up and realized he was just trying to get a green card out of the deal.
But I digress.
“Chasing men is the highest purpose in life.”