- RAISINS. Especially the slightly salted ones found in trail mix bags (bonus when it’s been in the fridge). I don’t even bother with the chocolates/nuts, I will root out that raisin like a pig and its truffle. Oh, wait..
- That harem pants are possibly making a comeback. They are unbelievably awful and embarrassing to wear, but endlessly entertaining.
- I called the lady who will be supervising me for advanced clinic and… it was kind of painless. [Cue Huggies Pull-Up Diapers theme song – “I’m a big kid now!”]
- While on a date at an art museum this week, the guy and I commented on the busts and how no one now really cares or truly knows who these dudes were, just that they had enough money to get one done and then, *poof*, immortalized. I mentioned that if guys today got them done you would see more figures wearing douchey outfits, composed of v-neck t-shirt, aviation glasses… (begin internal monologue: “Poop, I’m describing my date’s wardrobe right now.. quick, abort, abort.”) Aaand I trailed off not finishing my description, letting an awkward silence settle instead. Like a champ.