she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere
"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."
— Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul (via boyirl)
me: hi, can i have a large—
starbucks employee: you mean a venti?
me: can we not do this