It Takes A Hard Left

My existence is an insult to everyone who has ever studied hard and not gotten a good grade out of it. Meaning I got full credit on all the assignments I half-assed or turned in several months late this semester. Sorry.

I laid in a thick patch of grass in a sunbeam this afternoon for an hour, reading The Onion, and it was the happiest I've ever been.

I need people in my life who will tell me I'm beautiful.

Confidential to College Is A Time For Sexual Experimentation in Minneapolis: "twink" does not mean the same as "twinkie," but both are appropriate. And I did blog about it.