agreed that facebook friending is the man’s job in the relationship
ordered my own meal and then said “you’ve never heard me do that before have you?”
said i didn’t like “bridesmaids” that much because i only care about bromances ie. the upcoming “entourage” movie
was told that i had to choose between playing the honors student or the bitch should i ever get a 60-second cameo in an 80s movie and replied that i could probably be both because my career has been dedicated to exploring the ways in which the 90s brought these tropes together (also that i really only care about achieving this impossible life goal for the big, blonde hair and tube dress)
“i love spontaneous hangouts but also i wish i just knew sometimes because then i can plan outfits” “that makes so much sense to me. my whole life is planning outfits. (i am weirdly psyched about wearing something so demure today.)”
said “i’m sorry we fought”
said “i don’t know, i’ve really never been to any weddings”
remembered that time i was listing things i am bad at; laura said “so you’re bad at being a woman” and i said that i can do the fashion. i was reminded of this at rosh hashanah tonight because no matter how feminine i present i am so terrible at being a woman, i can never figure out the right time at a party to clear a table or fill a dishwasher, i’m just two thrown out plates and an equal number of verbal attempts. and then i can never figure out if, honestly, i just don’t fucking care to know or do it or if it’s a durational one-woman protest or if i am genuinely confused or if i am thinking about other things. like, am i ADD (diagnosed) or am i just a jerk or what? i will accept any answer, but i do kind of want to know.