Fourth of July kicks the other summer holidays’ asses when it comes to that bittersweet, “I want to go back to the past but not really because I can drink and do other cool adult stuff” feeling.
We all have that bitch in the office. You know the type – the one who makes Regina George look like a saint.
It’s true that I never truly experienced everything Greek life has to offer because I was not a legitimate member, but it’s also true that those four years were still phenomenal.
Even reading it makes you appalled, huh? Call a girl a bitch and it’s almost a term of endearment. Call her a cunt and well, you “crossed the line.”
They’re always happy to see you. After a long, sh*tty day at work, there’s nothing more encouraging to come home to a furry friends wagging its tail with a huge, lopsided grin on its face.
Nestled between hot, sweaty Summer and freezing cold Winter is the perfect middle child Fall.
You know you crave them when you get your “drunchies”!
The Cancer, whose birthday falls from June 21-July 22, is loyal and sensitive but tenacious and moody. Because their emotions change so quickly and unpredictably, people born under the crab sign may seem, well, crabby, but like the actual crab itself, there is much more that meets the eye under that hard exterior.
It all started when I was 18.