As the week comes to a close, I am overflowing with pressing questions. Why is it 75 degrees on the east coast halfway through October? What the hell am I going to be for Halloween? How long is it going to take for this milkshake obsession to catch up with my thighs?
I’ll find solace in knowing I’m not the only one asking away.
Here are some of the other questions we have all toyed with over the course of this week:
-Can we find the courage to make the first move?
-Will my dad notice of I charge one Glitter Pocket Cardigan on his credit card?
-Can we summon the motivation to organize my closet?
-Should we really keep our mouth shut about our bff’s douche bag boyfriend?
-Is one more celeb going to come out with their own alcohol?
-Does that guy seriously not realize he has moose-knuckle?
-Is it crazy that setting up a bowling alley in the dorm hallway sounds freakin’ awesome?
-Where is this party at? And can I go?
-Why isn’t Lindsay in rehab yet?
-Who isn’t cheering on the 16 year old in the pink yacht?
And most importantly, no matter what the repercussions (including rotting teeth), will anything actually stop us from guzzling white wine?