Jersey Mall

So the other night I went to the mall and had two interesting moments.

1. I ran into my h.s. husband -- in 12th grade, they made us have fake marriages to so we could learn how to plan a wedding -- i know wtf right? and I was married to this guy who was totally a slacker/badass. Yet I totally had a crush on him ha. Sorta. we never really talked. I just planned my own wedding ha. So yeah. I saw him at the mall... or at least I thought I did. and laughed as I remembered that ridiculous moment of my life.

2. I hate how slow jersey malls are. like painfully slow... slash I think a lot of that is attributed to the workers. People who work in jersey malls are usually high school kids who are doing it so they can pay for their riced cars. where as people who work in stores in NYC are legit trying to hold down a job to pay for real bills. It makes quite a difference. I promise. Then again, I'm also a super antsy person.