February 2012
12 posts
overheard.
“I just like fur and fuzzy things, ya know? I mean there must be a reason for that right? It’s not because I’m trying to be a diva, because that’s what people think, maybe I just am a diva. and I like it.” — the flamboyant male fashion designer two tables away.
immediately followed by, “I like to dabble in feminist studies. but when I do I pretend...
fork.
valentines day shenanigans have me questioning my life choices, yet again. debating removing myself from the spring break equation & putting excessive drinking on my list of former bad habits. my liver & my reputation would probably thank me for it. well, at least what’s left of them.
the universe giveth & the universe taketh away.
alcoholic gone academic.
it may be 1 a.m. on a saturday night, but getting all right answers on my biology homework is seriously boosting my self-esteem. nothin’ like getting drunk off knowledge to counteract your day’s caffeine overdose. this semester I’m trading in my vices, books over vodka, writing over hangovers.
in other news, I think I had a lobotomy in europe & didn’t know it.
