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.