LDR means Long Distance Relationship if you didn’t catch that.
I got a free shirt last night at Poor Pauls.
I love this poem by e.e. cummings. (No I’m not being lazy with my capitalization, that’s how he wrote his name. He’s the one who’s lazy with capitalization.)
Sorry if I’m triggering your gag reflex right now. I woke up this morning moderately hung over and trying to remember all of the ways I made a fool out of myself last night while rampaging around Tallahassee with my Grandlittle and a few other sororstitutes. I can only say one thing…SOO MANY FRESHMAN. And one of the things I hate about Tallahassee is that the slut-o-meter is off the CHARTS, especially when all the leetle freshmen are parading around in their “dresses that are actually shirts but hey I’ll be drunk and won’t care if my butt cheeks are showing.”
POINT IS, when I woke up this morning, I wanted nothing more than to roll over and squish my nose into boyfriend’s shoulder and go back to sleep. Alas, he was not in bed next to me but 6 hours away in SC probably sleeping and not missing me at all. Just kidding. He always misses me because I’m great and not annoying and never call him at 4 am to tell him about the amazing chicken nuggets I just ate.
And here is a funny picture of Smelly Belly.