Like, O M G

I got in the elevator today and was followed in by two funkily-dressed young women who were already in mid-conversation. One was describing her recent shopping trip (flea market? Second-hand store?) with her boyfriend. Here's the part I overheard:
"So I picked that out along with this dress with Hello Kitty on it, and he was like, 'You look like a coloring book.' And I was all, 'That's awesome!' and he was totally, 'That is not awesome.' Like, way to crap all over my dreams, dude."

Oh. My.