Seriously. I had never seen my friend’s ex-boyfriend before Friday but as soon as I saw him, stick thin with painfully straight posture, all I could think was, “What a ween.” I felt like I could see into his past and he was one of those kids who proudly wore a blue blazer and short pants at five years old and refused to get dirty. Which, fine, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to kick sand in his face.
