How you know I’ve hit the end of the semester: I refuse to go food shopping because in six days I’ll be leaving for a month, but the only things I have to live off of are rice cakes, two cans of tomato soup, two cans of chicken, and half a box of pasta. This should be fun.
I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir
I really can’t stand when people exploit the high profile death of someone they don’t even know just to garner sympathy and attention from others.
the english language may be difficult to learn but at least we dont insist on assigning genders to inanimate objects
i got 99 problems and 97 of them are due by the end of the week