At Roman’s recommendation, MW and I went to a Filipino Bamboo Dance Competition. Rather than walking from my apartment directly to the student center, we opted instead to take the el; which is to say, we took the subway to travel 1 stop, two thirds of a mile, or 4 blocks. In our defense, it was 5 degrees Fahrenheit outside.
“He’s got it for her so bad, though. Or at least, we know that, but we haven’t told her yet.”
Surely she can’t be that ignorant of this.
“No, she’d totally freak out if we told her.”
They’re going out to dinner and a movie on Valentine’s Day.
“It’s just dinner!”
It never ceases to amaze me, how women [...]
so let’s cause a scene
clap our hands and stomp our feet
or something, yeah something
i just gotta get myself over me
