I hate it when I'm talking to someone I have a crush on and then get nervous and pick at a hangnail until it bleeds all down my finger onto the glass of cheap, sweet-ass champagne I'm drinking.
. . . in a few years this'll be one of those interesting life experiences I seem to tend to have, like opting for natural childbirth or going to Cuba or getting a law degree in my 30s
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