So while I was on the phone with a friend who was telling me all about her boyfriend, how great he is, and all that, we ended up deliberating on who would marry first. Continue reading
So while I was home in February, I met up with my childhood best friend for lunch. Since she (“part-time working class”) was treating me (the broke student), I should choose where we should go. I just wanted to go anywhere with fries that I could drown in vinegar.