This won't take long.
  1. Seriously guys she's so beautiful.
  2. Worse, she's really friendly.
  3. So now I'm home eating rice cakes and trying to make my brain disremember the fact that there are women my age who live in my town who have dusky hair that falls perfectly around their face and is somehow still voluminous even after a too-long shift at Red Lobster.
  4. 😐
    PS: this particular insecure moment (while entirely characteristic of me) was probably exacerbated by spending the earlier part of the evening glancing through some dissertations that exceeded 200 pages and realizing that if I went to grad school I would have to write one of my own. Or it could just be due to her glorious hair.