clearly sara is uninterested in posting, so i'm going to have to carry this thing. also there are two funny stories i wanted to tell her, but they're are too long for texts and i don't have time to call her today.
dear sara,
1. yesterday i pulled a smalls. it was shameful. i was on my way back from running an errand and happened upon a dyadic soccer game between two students with unidentifiable accents. i was trying to figure out if one guy was from ireland when the ball rolled right up to me. naturally, i thought i'd help them out by kicking it back. so i did...and it traveled approximately 5 1/2 inches. that in and of itself was embarrassing, but so was the determination with which i kept trying because i kept thinking of just how epic my soccer skills had become towards the end of my time in canada. eventually, the non-irish guy came over and was just kind of like, "...thanks..."
as i walked away awkwardly considering the fact that i should have been using the inside of my foot instead of the tip, i realized that my fly had been open the whole time.
2. after taking a shower this morning, i went to pull down my window slash close the blinds so i could get dressed. just as i reached up to pull down the window, my towel fell off leaving me fully exposed to the {thankfully} empty courtyard just outside my window. it was one of those moments where i could feel how horrendous my face must've looked and i literally lol'ed for about 5 minutes.
3. i just want us to be friends. also, i love you {name that sitcom!}
dear sara,
1. yesterday i pulled a smalls. it was shameful. i was on my way back from running an errand and happened upon a dyadic soccer game between two students with unidentifiable accents. i was trying to figure out if one guy was from ireland when the ball rolled right up to me. naturally, i thought i'd help them out by kicking it back. so i did...and it traveled approximately 5 1/2 inches. that in and of itself was embarrassing, but so was the determination with which i kept trying because i kept thinking of just how epic my soccer skills had become towards the end of my time in canada. eventually, the non-irish guy came over and was just kind of like, "...thanks..."
as i walked away awkwardly considering the fact that i should have been using the inside of my foot instead of the tip, i realized that my fly had been open the whole time.
2. after taking a shower this morning, i went to pull down my window slash close the blinds so i could get dressed. just as i reached up to pull down the window, my towel fell off leaving me fully exposed to the {thankfully} empty courtyard just outside my window. it was one of those moments where i could feel how horrendous my face must've looked and i literally lol'ed for about 5 minutes.
3. i just want us to be friends. also, i love you {name that sitcom!}
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