
In which Murphy gets stuck under my friend’s futon.
All dressed up with no place to go.
Yesterday I told my principal I wasn’t returning next year. This was the hardest decision of my life.
To stay:
Ever had one of those days that you didn’t know you needed until you’re smack-dab in the middle of it? Had one of those today.
I met...
I’m going to New York in three days and I’m going to eat my weight in bagels and give exactly zero fucks about not eating so much bread
Clearly I need Beer #2.