Law School Boys

They are so weird. Especially the ones that randomly come to hang out in our kitchen. Because they are obviously guests in our apartment, but they get real rude and it is absurd.

Today's Example:

[Massive girl talk going on . . . sadly interrupted by knock on the door.]

Boy: Hey, I just stopped by with this bottle of alcohol.

Roommate: Why is there no label on it?

Boy: I ripped it off. It's a mystery. We'll all do a taste test together. [Read- he is both sexually frustrated and sketchy]

Me: I mean that's Tito's Vodka because it has the bronze cap.

Boy: Yes.

[Everyone else takes shots while I try to submit a job application . . . public interest woes]

Boy: Let's go to Sonoma. I will take you all it will be great. I will show you everything.

Roomate: But who will be the designated driver?

Boy: Her (pointing to me).

Me: Ew. Who are you. [Read- Not even Dom Perigno will be able to buy your way back into this apt again.]

I hate rude boys.