maybe thats what i was!?!?!? a tri-delta?! i need to look this up. god i'm old. are you from pa? upenn is right across the river from me.

i am a compensatory drunk: meaning i walk taller, straighter and faster when i'm intoxicated as if in the midst of some prolonged sobriety test until i get to my own bed.

this is one of my favorite comments ever. you've made it into the top 100, at least.

to make things clearer: this sorority started out small and private until my sophomore year when we joined up with tri-sig i believe. whichever sorority carrie underwood is in. after that it got mega-expensive and i was just like, "nah."

i was in the only sorority at pratt and everything you just prefaced with (weird hair, tattoos, piercings, etc) was their pitch-line. it was like a sorority for daria & jane.

yeah, you know what? hillary (hilary?) duff is beautiful and probably a perfectly lovely human being. or at least her facial symmetry is tricking me into believing this.

i KNOW I LOVE IT and i'm so happy they're happy. fun fact: just hung out with a girl who claims to have made out with a 12 or 13 y/o joel back in maryland before good charlotte was a band. scandal.

hahahhahahahaha my okcupid charges $1 for dudes to message me. and they do it! they pay the dollar. does anybody else have that going on? i'm mad i can't take a cut. its definitely surpassed a beer's worth of money by now.

riiiiiiiiiiight!?!?!?!? i've been thinking this for weeks. "it's all gwen's fault."

try the yuengling icecream. it's so good paired with a soft pretzel.

yuengling icecream is real, friend, and it is delicious.

dang is that a tray of burgers?

because women are not typically turned on by watching the object of their desire take raw dumps

at least they got the hell out of philadelphia. and retreated back to their bland, homogeneous, suburban existence. :)

one of my worst fears.

i lived in a house i considered haunted in philadelphia. later found out it was surrounded by dead bodies; an old orphanage/church/graveyard pre-civil war was built on the same land. of course my ass lived in the basement. you can't even imagine how many insane things.....but this story had me thinking. somebody tried…

my package-eyeing skills must be lacking because all i see are balls.

i once caught two male colleagues talking shit on me while i was transcribing a phone interview they'd conducted with a source they'd essentially stolen from me. they left me stranded downtown locked in our equipment office. good times.

so. much. fucking. adderralllllalalalalallalala.

i love the hell out of my older brothers; from early infancy they have flawlessly curated/cultivated my taste in films, movies, music, fashion, etc. spending too much of mom and dad's money on nsync merchandise at limited too? they left the obliterated poster in the hallway outside my bedroom. lame disco multi-colored…