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Coconut milk.
The end.
I would have spared your life if your eight bazillion legs didn’t gross me out so much. Really, I would have. I fully admit that it is a pitiable fault of my own that I cringe at the sight of your kind, especially when you and your brothers and sisters are really just [...]
I went to Nordstrom this winter break and bought myself a freaking awesome pair of Diesel shoes (style: Parandy). They are white and leather with a semi-pointed, semi-rounded toe. They accommodate my narrow feet very well and are a snug fit without being the least bit suffocating. In short, they are very [...]
When you’re a teenager, it’s part of your stubborn, youthful agenda to convince yourself that your parents are uncool. Personally, I never held my parents in that much disregard, but there were definitely times in high school when I believed them to be totally unwitting of anything in vogue. That was, of course, [...]
I never really dated in high school. Any girl for whom I ever fostered an attraction in my teen years can tell you that, at best, my attempts to effect romance always ended in some semblance of awkwardness. Over-the-top sentimentality seemed like a good idea at the time, but that was only because I believed I was acting in the name of chivalry.
One difference between men and women — boys and girls — is that poorly or at least moderately dressed women usually know a thing or two about fashion, whereas poorly dressed men are simply unfashionable and probably couldn’t tell you what a lapelle is.
My wardrobe is ill-prepared for springtime festivities. All my shirts are black, grey, navy blue or ugly pastels, and you know it as well as I do that said color scheme lacks the potential for true, faux pas spring fashion. ‘Tis the season after all for men to look fruity and wear stupid-looking pants…
I really, really wish I could talk about dating — or rather, the long feared and ever-mysterious void of my life — but after reviewing my past performance in the dating arena, I’ve discovered that I have no sound advice to offer with regard to matters of holding hands, or being cool, or being sexy, or saying the right things, or kissing under the moonlight…
You may have noticed that while I do not waste time with colloquial greetings, I do find a certain intangible reward in busying myself with matters of philosophical and often psychological profundity. Here’s to that.
I’ve been struggling to find a suitable niche for myself to quell some of the social insecurity I’ve so far encountered here, but to no avail, I find myself floating from clique to clique as I have done for the last four years. I hope I don’t sound as if I’m pleading for sympathy, because floating actually isn’t as bad as it is often made out to be (granted, it still sucks).