curse of the telephone strikes yet again
last night i dropped my phone in the toilet at a party. worst part about this is that the toilet was filled with some dudes urine and a bunch of nasty cigarette butts....props to new roomate bridget for fishing it out for me. other than that i had fun. and in retrospect the cell phone incident was pretty hilarious/entertaining in itself.
now for a carrie bradshaw moment:
not-relationships seem to be the newest fad in dating, and while i was previously anti-not-relationship status, i got to thinking that maybe this is a good thing. if he can make out with ex girlfreinds/not call you on your birthday/sleep around or do otherwise whack shit then us girls are compeletly free to flirt at parties, give cute boys our phone numbers or hang out late-nite with whoever we want and not have to feel bad at all. in your face, boys.
now for a carrie bradshaw moment:
not-relationships seem to be the newest fad in dating, and while i was previously anti-not-relationship status, i got to thinking that maybe this is a good thing. if he can make out with ex girlfreinds/not call you on your birthday/sleep around or do otherwise whack shit then us girls are compeletly free to flirt at parties, give cute boys our phone numbers or hang out late-nite with whoever we want and not have to feel bad at all. in your face, boys.