The main thing that makes me incredibly anxious (probably the only thing that does so) is packaging. There’s so much of it, when you purchase a computer, buy a cosmetic. And now, even candy comes in multiple bags. Where does it all go when you recycle or throw it away? What are you supposed to keep if say, you want to return the faulty computer or the wrong color of pressed powder? Where do you keep it if you are going to be cautious and save said packaging? Do you just save the outer layer? Everything? And you have to tape and it gets all over and it just drives me crazy because it’s so entirely excessive and superfluous.
“You three know her better than anyone, you‘re the loves of her life. And a guy’s just lucky to come in fourth.”
Mr. Big
guys are lucky. there are a lot more beautiful women in the world than there are handsome men.
And I don’t even want a boyfriend, so. I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time and thinks I’m the best person in the world and wants to have sex with only me. And it makes me feel very stupid to tell you this because it makes me sound like a girl who wants to like go to brunch. And I really don’t want to go to brunch. And I don’t want you to like sit on the couch while I shop. Or like even meet my friends. I don’t even want that. Okay but I also don’t want to share a sex partner with a girl who seems to have asked for a picture of your dick. And also I don’t want a picture of your dick because I live very near you so if you wanted me to look at your dick I could just come over and look at your dick. And I don’t really see you hearing me and I don’t really see you changing. So I just summed it up for you. And I’m sorry that I didn’t figure it out sooner and you must think I’m even stupider than you thought I was already. But consider it a testament to your charms because you might not know this but you’re very very charming and I really care about you. And I don’t want to anymore because it feels too shitty for me. So I’m going to leave.
when it comes to men, even when we try to keep it light, how do we always end up in the dark? -carrie bradshaw
Lights, please.
