Quinto (Or, I'm So Condescending)
| Tashny: | How do you even know what a Vulcan is? |
| Nicole: | Err, Star Trek? |
| Tashny: | Oh right, the movie. |
| Tashny: | How do you even know what a Vulcan is? |
| Nicole: | Err, Star Trek? |
| Tashny: | Oh right, the movie. |
Nicole
| Nicole: | No wonder he said I'm perfect before. LIKE OBVIOUSLY, COMPARED TO THE GIRLS YOU'VE DATED |
| Me: | AGREED. And trust me, only NOW you're perfect. Give it a year. |
Nicole, laying the smackdown. I remember when she was Christian… lasted for about twelve minutes.
| Nash: | Were you out with Nic last night? She sounded pretty hammered. |
| Me: | WTF. Just 'cause she drank a lot you assume she was with me?! |
Nicole, winning.
| Nicole: | I'm seeing someone. |
| Jeremy: | I would reckon that if his age were an exam grade, it would be B+, minimum. |
| Nicole: | He's 28. |
| Jeremy: | Ah, doing a Tashny, are we? |
If your “best friend” asks you to keep her posted on your location while you are on a date with a man who is practically a stranger and who has asked you to spend the night on your second date, it is because she is worried about your stupid, pretentious, immature ass.
My suggestion is that you be happy people love you this much.
Doesn’t look like you deserve it, though. After numerous needy texts and tweets throughout the day, your persona changes the moment you feel the power over some dude hankering after you.
Sorry, but you can put that book back on the shelf, ‘cause I ain’t buying.
I can’t abide this bitchiness and childish behavior.
| Nicole: | I'm a bunny. I'm wearing bunny ears. |
| Me: | Fuck you. I'm wearing Cheebs' pants. That don't make me Cheebs. I'm about two feet taller. |