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."
when I say that im ready to order at a restaurant what I really mean is that im not ready but the panic will help me make a decision
is he cute or is he just tall???? a real question yall need to ask yourselves