There is not enough coffee in the world to protect me from your OC superiority complex.
With my semester coming to a close, I can’t help but reflect on what I have learned. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s talk about sex.
Good morning and congratulations! You woke up again, and you only pressed snooze twice!
Everything ends up working out just fine.
Two years ago, I made a choice to start treating my life like it mattered.
Professional eater? My eyes had been opened and it wasn’t the coffee this time. If there was a job title like that out there in the open, what else was there?
We’re not 7th graders anymore.
Building a structured life as a 20- or 30-something is challenging to say the least.
On Facebook, friend is a verb.
When my sister told me a man approached her on the streets of LA to let her know that he wanted to see what she tasted like, I couldn’t help but wonder: Are these guys really douchebags without a cure or do they just need a refresher in the course of R-E-S-P-E-C-T 101?