I dropped my glasses on the street today and scratched the lenses. This is upsetting because I like these glasses a lot, but less so because now I have the excuse I was looking for to get these new glasses from Coastal. So then there’s the big question: pink, lavendar, or tortoiseshell?
I’m going to see Magic Mike today. This is both embarrassing and hilarious. I had zero desire to see it, but then the reviews I’ve read and these cards New York magazine came up with just made it seem too good to pass up.
I am really bad at talking to straight people. Like, really, really bad. Embarrassingly so. The only straight men I’ve conversed with in the last month are directly related to the lesbians I hang out with. My heterosexual development clearly stopped somewhere around 13 and any action I’ve gotten since then (which is understandably little) is pure dumb accidental luck. It’s a problem.