Dr. Boyfriend evidently caught on to the fact that I was boooooooooored last weekend and decided to fulfill my need for mind-blowing adventure and enough excitement to satisfy for days by
taking me to his office.
BUT. He bought us some truffles from the Godiva store downstairs, which actually were so mind-blowing and satisfying that they made us make faces like this:
And if that isn’t gross enough for you, they also made us make faces like this:
And that is the best you can hope for on a Saturday afternoon in February when your boyfriend’s in law school and you have no life outside of him.
This is a video of Kamran personifying a coconut while we were at the grocery store one Sunday afternoon. (I hate it when people say simply grocery instead of grocery store.) This coconut act was super-hilarious at the time to me, as evidenced by all of the snorting I’m doing behind the camera to hold in my laughter. Now I mostly just like it because Kamran looks amazingly cute at the end.
Luckily, tomorrow night is my dance-a-thon fake-birthday party with all of my co-workers, and I’m pumped to see someone get down in a way so awful we’ll all still remember it come Monday morning. And I’m expecting that that person to be me.
I’ll save everyone the monotony of hearing yet again that you’re the smartest, prettiest, funniest, most creative, biggest-vocabulary-having boy I know and instead just let this 90s alternative superband say it all.
Now, I should mention that Kamran has been working out every single morning for months and that this picture was taken well before he got ripped, but you get the idea.
I'm Katie, a farmgirl originally from Ohio who moved to NYC in 2005 for no apparent reason. I like vintage-looking things that are actually new, filagree everything, people who don't make me feel awkward, meaning it when I say "no sleep till Brooklyn", and not trying too hard.
