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& so it was.
our last resort. waffle house @ 2am.
& it smelled of shitty baby diapers.
& the middle-aged men behind us, trying to appear youthful in their attire (with unbuttoned shirts & abercrombie sweaters) were spilling with loud & obnoxious sexual innuendos & making reference as each one of us went lone to the bathroom. i felt dirty.
our waitress was beautiful. why was she working at a disgusting waffle house until 6am?!?! a table of boys and girls our age were sitting opposite us when we got there. one boy was left when all of the rest had had gone home. and it was completely obvious that he'd stayed simply to flirt with that sweet waitress. and i wonder, why is it that things like this seem to happen to me less and less as time goes on? i'm afraid of the answer.
today's goal is to 1) go buy a bra that fits my one big-one small/far apart/disproportional chest today, and 2) find a pair of jeans to replace my absolute most favorite ever i-wear-them-every-day-and-never-wash-them-because-they're-so-perfectly-broken-in jeans that i ripped a hole in last week. i'm assuming i'll come home empty-handed. that's life.
our last resort. waffle house @ 2am.
& it smelled of shitty baby diapers.
& the middle-aged men behind us, trying to appear youthful in their attire (with unbuttoned shirts & abercrombie sweaters) were spilling with loud & obnoxious sexual innuendos & making reference as each one of us went lone to the bathroom. i felt dirty.
our waitress was beautiful. why was she working at a disgusting waffle house until 6am?!?! a table of boys and girls our age were sitting opposite us when we got there. one boy was left when all of the rest had had gone home. and it was completely obvious that he'd stayed simply to flirt with that sweet waitress. and i wonder, why is it that things like this seem to happen to me less and less as time goes on? i'm afraid of the answer.
today's goal is to 1) go buy a bra that fits my one big-one small/far apart/disproportional chest today, and 2) find a pair of jeans to replace my absolute most favorite ever i-wear-them-every-day-and-never-wash-them-because-they're-so-perfectly-broken-in jeans that i ripped a hole in last week. i'm assuming i'll come home empty-handed. that's life.