Parents of prospective students are some of the most obnoxious people on earth. Tour guide problems.
Tomorrow I’m submitting a grant proposal for $15,000. This feels very collegiate.
you know what’s the best? female friendships
What if this became a text post blog? But not funny, and without the brevity and ensuing wit of the 140-character limit on Twitter? People are into that, right?
This thing happens to me (more often than I’d like to admit) where I’m kind of crying and I don’t know why, and I start to get sad because I think I’m crying because I’m sad, but then I realize I just have lotion stinging my eyes and I’m completely fine, emotionally, kind of.
I’m looking back through all my old Photobooth pictures (vanity!) and I’m so mad because I clearly peaked the summer after high school and I never even noticed until now.
…I say as I sit on my couch, eating tortillas out of the bag and drinking whiskey.
I think I might do the Whole30 thing. Yep, doin’ a cleanse. Because I feel like I should stop being literal human garbage.