Apparently, “my boyfriend, my boyfriend, my boyfriend, my boyfriend” is the new “my hair, my hair, my hair, my hair.”
Megan and I with our respective BFs (!!) during last night’s 26-course (REALLY) double date at the adorably charming Maroni’s in Long Island.
I’m still not used to that word: boyfriend.
(PS. Megs & I are both in DVF wrap dresses, which is, btw, the perfect item to wear when you’re eating 348 lbs of unbelievable Italian food. HA.)
Prom King feeding me one of the bajillion courses last night. Oh sweet yums.
Also, it should be noted, I am wearing absolutely no makeup. I just haven’t really felt the need lately. Don’t know why. Probably a combination of being too lazy to put it on and being relieved that I can get ready in 20 minutes flat without it. Men have it so good. ugh.
I doubt it was actually 26 full courses, but who knows? Maybe Pudding King is a feeder.
But since Julia is all about rewriting history, I’m going to clear somethings up for her. Julia, it’s not us, it’s you. Forman and Leventhal broke up with you because you were a needy, heartless cow, not because the “hate” sites ruined your relationship. TK had a girlfriend the entire four dates you went on with him and he was embarrassed to be associated with you. [Redacted] didn’t break up with you because of the internet, he dumped your ass and slept with your friend because he couldn’t stand your ass. So before you play the victim card again, let’s just remember how horrible you are in relationships, with the cheating and the emasculating and the selfishness and the creating characters out of the men you date for the rom-com you got spinning in the hamster wheel in your head. RBNS never did anything to ruin any of your romantic relationships; you did that all on your own, sweetheart.
That being said, good for you on your new boyfriend. Don’t fuck it up like you always do. Jacy wants a wedding.