How do I know if I’ve broken my foot?
Asking for a friend…
Since I’ll be a poor grad student in Portland, my plan is just to get lots of people to take me out on dates. Free dinner. You pay. I’m old fashioned.
I would probably actually kill a man for a caprese salad right now. But the balsamic would have to be top notch. I’m not fucking around with murder for subpar balsamic.