F*CK
I swear to God, Danny takes for fucking ever to get ready for anything. We're going to eat at his cousin's house, and he's tried on literally tried on 12 different fucking ensembles! I mean, I know I don't like to go out and do stuff looking retarded, but the first decent thing I find, I stick to. He on the other hand has to see about 15 different combos most of which look great, until he finally settles on the one thing that is hideous!!!! Then I have to tell him that I don't like it and the cycle starts anew. Well, he's finally got something so we're takin' off. Later