Meet Dolly. She thought it might be fun to do one of those “Unpopular Opinions” lists. Further evidence that Dolly is a monster:
Loves glass cutting boards. Can’t wait to get out of her work clothes and into some comfy jeans at night. Doritos are overrated. Rolling Stones are overrated. “Christmas Vacation” is overrated. She walks around the vacation rental shared by 3 families, barefoot for the entire week. Lacroix is gross. 3 Doors Down is the voice of our generation. There’s nothing cozier than sleeping in socks (thermostat set at a cozy 75). Checkers has the best fries.
I know, I know. She thinks she can get away with this madness just because she’s beautiful. She sure looks good with white jeans and...literally any color top.
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.