i didn’t know i was so socially impaired till thanksgiving break. Like, how are my best friends dealing with me, i’ve been around these people for years now.
so i was at a pretty big birthday dinner for one of the girls i go to college with, and so i was trying to converse with the other girls. we all know each other from high school, not a huge deal, right. next thing i know, i spilled Mike’s soda all over him, and i was talking about how i hated when my hair somehow gets in my bra and bothers my boobs.