Should I text him? Call him? Perhaps it would be better to Facebook message?
All these thoughts go through my head on an almost hourly basis when I have a boy I like.
It's 3:30 a.m. on Friday night as you stumble into Fresh Grocer to grab some supplies: raspberry fruit spread jam (not jelly); Skippy Peanut butter (smooth, of course); Martin's potato bread; skim milk (not the preferred 2% for fear of the roommate's wrath). Yes, the perfect compilation for a late night feast.