Tonight CW and I went to get cupcakes at a gourmet cupcake shop in the Hipsterville section of the city. I ate my feelings, and my feelings were chocolate.

Now I'm floating around my apartment tidying things- is there any greater fear than the fear you experience right before your first hang out (modern day speak for "date")?

Weird lady riding public transportation with us kept going to hold on to the pole, then letting go, and reaching for it again. She gave me a suspicious look, like it was HER pole, and how dare I hold on to it as well. Crazy paranoid urbanite.

She got off at the Harvard stop. 

Just sayin.