I'm a dazzling early-mid 20something with a preference for champagne, a master's degree, and a laundry list of single white girl post grad probs. I live by Oscar Wilde's words: "The only way to atone for being occasionally a little over-dressed is by being always absolutely over-educated."
Back to work tomorrow wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Also, I don’t have a husband.
And summer is over.
What is this life?
Seeing people my age and/or younger get married and start their lives is scary… I’m like what if that never happens for me?
Holy shit men of the universe how could any of you possibly think it would be even remotely appropriate to hit on a girl while she’s getting into her car? Because I don’t care how polite you are, I will for sure think you’re a carjacker/rapist and curse the day BMW stopped using regular keys, leaving me with no sharp object for self-defense.
if a girl is mean to you just tell her she has bad eyebrows