Last year, I was d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d. I had just been dumped by my stoner boyfriend (and then rebounded with a dude who asked, in all sincerity, if puppies were born live or hatched out of eggs).
Wish I didn't relate to this particular sentence quite as much as I do.
[also the article itself basically boils down to: always beware girls who wear thigh high socks and shorts to a dinner party. A-L-W-A-Y-S. And never go with a hippy to a second location. Has 30 Rock taught us nothing????]
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