Last night I drank too many beers and watched a bunch of terrible people win writing awards and yelled at some rando that “just because Girls is about girls doesn’t mean it’s for girls, do you know how many books about straight white men I’ve read?” and I asked a guy who was talking to Lindsay and me at the bar where I recognized him from and then I realized it was an old season of Top Chef. Later he yelled “yolo!” for no reason and from across the bar I raised my glass to him.
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madeline. 23. good at the internet, bad at adulthood.
