extremely/incredibly
seriously. get a blog.
so i’m leaving my condo today, and i run into this woman - this single mom - who lives upstairs. she’s in the doorway. it’s unavoidable. she asks me how i’m enjoying my summer, and i’m like, “oh, it’s good, thanks…” and of course, i return the question out of courtesy. so she launches into this story about how she’s just returning from her friend’s house, and received a birthday gift comprised entirely of sex toys. and she then begins ENUMERATING them for me… while i am standing in the doorway. yeah. she was glowing with excitement. it was excruciating. but here’s the thing: the whole time, all i’m thinking is, “how embarrassing. don’t you have, like, a blog or something, so you can share this with like, millions of strangers? how sad to only report on it to one stranger. in PERSON.” i think i might have the bigger problem, here.
