So, the last few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind. To take the edge off, I’ve been hanging out with my car-buying friend (see banner…ha) and exhausting myself even further. On Tuesday night, after checking out some sweet lofts downtown, we decided to grab a drink, because duh, why wouldn’t we? At the bar, we had an uplifting conversation about how we will probably live together in 20 years and drive the same cars. Basically, we decided that we have reached the pinnacle of our coolness and are doomed to a life of platonic relationships and happy hours. Of course, I really don’t think that will be the case, but it sure makes for a fun, cry-into-your-martini kind of drinking conversation.

As we were exiting the bar, we passed a giant bowl of condoms (because, don’t all bars provide their drunk patrons with safe sex?). My friend seized the opportunity and dumped them in my purse, stating, “Here. You need these.”

The next day, I had important things to accomplish, like brushing my teeth and putting on real clothes. I also had to deposit a large sum of money into not my bank account (sad face). I decided it would be best to do this inside the bank to show off the wealth-that-does-not-belong-to-me. The teller handed me a deposit slip, and I reached in my purse to grab the checks. Upon doing so, a mass of condoms fell out onto the counter. Awkward.

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1. How to Be an Adult, Volume I: Buying a Car
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