Whenever I meet a cute guy that was born after 1990 I want to kill myself.
Cleaning out my closet. I’m giving away two and half (huge garbage) bags worth of clothes. Awesome right!
And then I think to myself, maybe I’ll get rid of a pair of shoes or two. I go through all of them and I ended up trying most of them on and walking around the house. I love them all. I can’t part with any.
I want to go shopping now.