So Dawson's Creek didn't really break my remote control.
Uhmm... the batteries were empty.
I feel a bit embarassed now after going to the store all panicked and sad about what with Jared making me cry and my remote control being broken by Dawson's Creek, and the friendly guy asked "did you switch the batteries?" in a very friendly way, a little bit as if he were talking to a sweet, yet not very smart child, I imagine.
I gave him my patented deer in the headlights look, and then he changed the batteries for me, and then I ran back to my cave to hide.
[And let me tell you, those turquoise wedge highheels may be the most fashionable summer shoes I have, but they aren't made for running, in caves or otherwise.)
Uhmm... the batteries were empty.
I feel a bit embarassed now after going to the store all panicked and sad about what with Jared making me cry and my remote control being broken by Dawson's Creek, and the friendly guy asked "did you switch the batteries?" in a very friendly way, a little bit as if he were talking to a sweet, yet not very smart child, I imagine.
I gave him my patented deer in the headlights look, and then he changed the batteries for me, and then I ran back to my cave to hide.
[And let me tell you, those turquoise wedge highheels may be the most fashionable summer shoes I have, but they aren't made for running, in caves or otherwise.)
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