random senioritis angst
what the hell am i going to do when i graduate and abbie no longer cooks me pancakes at two a.m.? i'm not sure i want to live somewhere without an abbie. i will have discomforting daymares about moving cold and alone to a new city where i will have to cook myself pancakes (and fix my own drains). what are the odds i meet someone else like this? slim, i tell you, slim.