https://twitter.com/#!/littlemegann
follow me so I can stalk, er, follow you too.
One for holding burritos and one for touching butts.
I wonder how many people send anonymous hate mail to themselves just so they can tell off this [fake] person and seem super witty and then have all their followers be like OH MY GOD THAT PERSON IS SO STUPID YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL EVERYONE LOVES YOU.
I also wonder how many people ask themselves personal questions anonymously so they can answer it and let their followers know things about them, even though no one cares because if they did, they’d ask.
Oh, I wonder…
So for the past, however many years it’s been since I started dating, I assumed “adult” relationships meant fighting, crying, constant reassurance from both sides that we like each other, spending countless hours having serious talks outside parties, screaming matches that leave everyone uncomfortable, etc. Like, the only difference between a friendship and relationship was the number of arguments.
WHO THE FUCK KNEW IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT?
Turns out, the main difference between a friendship and a relationship is how much great sex you have.
