Right.
Also, decision made: I usually respect this, but no more. I don't care if you watch the show. I'm quoting it anyway.
It will be legend-
Wait for it.
And I hope you're not lactose intolerant, but the last part of the word is
-Dary.
Legendary.
Yeah.
Once I was sad, but then I decided to be awesome instead. True story.
Seriously, guys, can I be the Barney Stinson of all our friendships?
Because he's awesome. And he suits up.
And what's classier than a guy in a suit?
Maybe I should start wearing a suit.
No.
I don't think it works that way for girls. Unless you want a corporate job.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Anywho, I've figured out romance in the terms of the male characters of How I Met Your Mother.
All girls want a Barney (chosen for high levels of hotness, amusement potential, and awesomeness) because we know there's a suppressed Ted (devoted romantic who will steal a blue French horn for you) in there, and that if we're right, eventually he'll even out and you'll have a Marshall (adorkable guy worth sticking with through thick and thin).
Yeah.
This is how I spend my days.
I also made a necklace and knitted a little!
Go me!
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