Babies
So, who doesn't love babies, right? The answer to that question is surprisingly: a lot of people. In fact, I've met so many people that would rather get a hysterectomy for graduation than a new car (shout out to one of my pals. ya know who ya are) It's becoming more and more acceptable that women don't have to give a shit about babies/children and would rather focus on millions of other things than paying attention to the drooly baby in the high chair at T.G.I.Fridays.
Those people are all well and fine in my book but (my new way of saying "I DONT GET YOU") "i can't relate". Neither can Abby. We are actually borderline obsessed with babies. We'll actually stop at a restaurant, stare, maniacally smile and "aw" for more than we're supposed to at stranger babies. Parents are sometimes into it but other times they think it's weird. Not to mention how nervous we make our own parents, I'm sure. As if we're going to run away to some New England town, get artificially inseminated and live in a house that is flowing with a sea of babies.
Reason number 4,000 that Abby is my friend is that I can send her a video of a baby crawling or laughing (that I may or may not have cried at) and she will most likely cry too.
Burgers
This has become a theme in our sistafranship. Burgers. Why wouldn't it be a theme? We're 21 year old sassy single gals just lookin' for love and fun. Having a burger diet comes along with that lifestyle, right?
I remember when the burger obsession came about. Abby was visiting Savannah with me when I came to SCAD for some interviews. We were walking around for what felt like days (when in reality, it was most likely 3 or 4 hours) and both simultaneously started whining for a burger. We searched high and wide until we stumbled upon an establishment that would look like the perfect burger fix. If burgers were heroin, this place would be our needle. Sure enough, we devoured burgers and talked about it from that moment on until, well about...now. Over a year later. And so the burger adventure was born.
Now don't get me wrong. We're not some kainda lazy pieces of unhealthy people or NUTHIN', but we're girls who will sometimes say outloud, in public that we want to go on a "Burger Adventure" to either Bobby's Burger Palace or Five Guys. Is this why we don't have boyfriends?
Beards
Is this completely typical of me but why do beards rule? And no, i'm not speaking about women beards. I'm talking about the type of scruffy, grizzly beard that will make your knees melt! The kind of beard that makes you question if that person would be a good rapist or a good kisser. The kind of beard that can make you do a double-take at that homeless guy walking across the street. "wait, is that a hot person? no wait he's covered in dirt and has no shoes on. FUCK" (hate when that happens.)i have this theory that any man would look good with one. fat, small, thin, tall, very short. just grow a beard, and you'll be fine. Obviously, i'm not speaking about some Santa Clause/ZZ Topp kind of shit. Who do you think we are, here?
Bowdoin-
Alright, so I was thinking of a fourth B and obviously the only thing that came to mind was "Bowdoin", (pronounced in our world as "bo-doo-ayn") which is a term that I feel like solidified our little language to each other. This language, you ask, is most likely a very politically incorrect sassy southern/attitude-y/fierce strong woman voice with lots of finger pointing and hands on hips. It started off with a simple "Bowdoin" one night in Boston and ended: never. If you're friends with either of us, you know what this is. Now that we're apart for a while, we do our best to type in this voice to each other as much as possible even when talking about serious things.
Bye
regards,
sarah
