to a certain degree i admire people who look in the mirror and like what they see. i admire them more if they don’t turn around when someone walks into the room while they are looking at themselves. i don’t though, admire people who stand there staring at themselves repeatedly readjusting a single hair on their head, or futzing with the amount their t-shirt is tucked into their jeans. i know i am at the other end of the extreme and probably should invest sometime in front of the mirror, but please vain girls in the biotech 2 building, take 2 steps to the right and let me wash my hands, the bathroom should be big enough for the both of us.

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