This is the online home of Maggie Serota for generalized self-absorption, talking about herself, her friends and crying out for help. Compelling.
Aww, look at you. Have a girlfriend for five minutes and you think you can play with the big boys? Adorable. Son, I’ve been in a relationship since you had a ponytail and were playing Dave Matthews on your mama’s Casio. I’m a good boyfriend—in my sleep. I can rock a killer foot rub with one hand and brew a kick ass pot of chamomile in the other that would make you weep. Hell, I’ve forgotten more about microwaving fat-free popcorn and watching Sandra Bullock movies than you’ll ever know, but thanks for your concern, rook.
Marshall to Barney (How I Met Your Mother) (via graceinsmallthings) (via yumwatch)
