Percussion. 2 years at Bluecoats.

Hats off to them, I’m significantly more interested in being a Delta Gamma at the University of Miami than I was four minutes and sixteen seconds ago.

Eesh, that’s a tough one. I think I would have to go with saying something, because she has more “rights” than I think a best friend would - I mean, my best friend stays over too, but not in my bed, on my loveseat, which is hella short even at her height. The last time I slept in a bed with my “best friend” it was…

You're far too gracious - he looks like he smells like belly button smegma, 4 times used and unwashed socks, and someone's piss after they eat asparagus.

‘moderately attractive, fair-minded youngish heterosexual dude’

Rough translation:

0/10 would not bang.

IBS is the woooooorrsssssttttt.

Fucking monster. Half of the time any woman in my family gets on the freeway she’s trying to plot for her fucking IBS AND I AM INCLUDED IN THIS “honey can we not make that last pit stop i’m feeling THE PAIN”

bumping because this is wonderful news and because you are so incredibly good to have asked and then come back with an update.