I am in Birks in Cambridge, buying the Pumas I had been obsessing over, and overhear the following:
girl #1: what’s up with you lately.
girl #2: I think I’m having a quarter life crisis thing.
#1: so what are you crisis-ing over?
#2: Mark is annoying me, and I think I drink too much.
#1: oh, that’s too bad.
#2: and I kiss girls.
#1: oh, wait till you tell Becky.
Erinire: **walking away laughing**
I am at my friend’s party, several hours later, having been annoyed at katsumi and having consumed far too much PBR:
amazing, the parallel threads that unite us twenty-something females.
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