Are you really impugning my Constitutional right to pay $40 for 3 undershirts at Banana Republic?
So today was a good day. First of all, I attended my first section in my metaphysics class, and this GSI is the best I've ever had. He lets us talk a bunch but still manages to get the discussion going where it needs to go.
And after school today, I went shopping with Angie. Shopping with her is way the fuck better than shopping alone simply because I wind up spending less money and buying better clothes. And she's hella good company. Hella.
At Pac Sun, we got a pink dress shirt for Angie's boyfriend. Apparently he asked for one. But he's not gay. Really. And hey, if he has the balls attempt that shit then more power to him. I support that.
Then I sat in an Indian restaurant and had a really good conversation with Angie's friends Andrew and Vegas about whether the account of the universe given by modern physics is really a complete one. It's not.
And my hair's getting damn long. Having hair>not having hair.
Good day, all around.
And after school today, I went shopping with Angie. Shopping with her is way the fuck better than shopping alone simply because I wind up spending less money and buying better clothes. And she's hella good company. Hella.
At Pac Sun, we got a pink dress shirt for Angie's boyfriend. Apparently he asked for one. But he's not gay. Really. And hey, if he has the balls attempt that shit then more power to him. I support that.
Then I sat in an Indian restaurant and had a really good conversation with Angie's friends Andrew and Vegas about whether the account of the universe given by modern physics is really a complete one. It's not.
And my hair's getting damn long. Having hair>not having hair.
Good day, all around.