molly: “i saw it in theaters.”
me: “me too.”
pat: “me too. i remember my mom picked up me and [my sister] from Old Navy after the movie. she picked us up there instead of the theater.”
molly: “i remember the makeover scene where Jamie Lee Curtis shops at this store Pink Ice that i’d been to, and thinking it was so cool that we shopped at the same store.”
me: “well, while you were shopping with jamie lee curtis, pat and i were at Old Navy.”
shane (completely unconscious): “sounds like my dad right now.”
me (annoyed by having to pause 30 rock): “what?”
shane: “icons, baby. i wish… i wish i were worthy of icons. like paula abdul, or justin timberlake.”
me: “OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW?”
shane: “I DON’T KNOW, I’M TIRED.”
Molly: There was a girl in my school named Sha’Purple.
Me: Are you fucking serious. Sha’Purple.
Molly: Yeah. She kinda looked like Precious.
Me: Yeah, I inferred that from her name.
Are you sure you want to be my friend?
Rachael, Pat and I are walking past a presumably homeless man sitting outside of Tedeschi’s with nip of unidentifiable liquor.
Man: Lemme ax you ladies a question, why don’t y’all ladies ever wanna talk to me?
Me: I mean… it’s nothing personal.
Man: Damn I like the way she said that!!! [higher-pitched, slightly mocking tone] “It’s nothin’ personal, Gaaaary!”
hi, i'm mary-kate. i initially got on tumblr as a wide-eyed freshman to post sunny photos i took in my everyday life, but now i'm still here on this website at 22, reblogging memes and using phrases like "reblogging memes". the internet is fucking weird, and we love it, don't we? oh, yes we do.
about me? i'm a slacker in college--excuse me, i mean senior in college--and waitress extraordinaire*. i like most people, so that means i probably like you, statistically speaking. i am a communication studies major at emerson college who would rather mediate conflicts than publicize relations. i think that it's not about the destination, but the journey. that's why i expand my brain with the Metro crossword during my daily public transportation endeavors. i almost always thank the bus driver when i get off the bus, but never thank the T conductor. i mean, he doesn't even have to steer the thing.
*"extraordinaire" is the french word for "spilly and forgetful" right?
