You have to respect any story that starts with “My grandmother’s funeral was a fucking blast”!!

I almost got caught reading this on my phone at work. You are a goddess and my hero.

Hey, at least you got laid!

You are my hero.

I have two friends from college who got together after graduation and got married a few years later. After their rehearsal dinner, I slept with the bride’s younger brother (a highlight: we’re grinding away when all of a sudden I jump up, run out to the porch of his room, naked, to throw up in the parking lot—I learned…

10/10, would read again.

Dry wedding.

This is not my story. I was merely an observer on this crazy wedding hook-up ride.

I was a bridesmaid in a close friend’s wedding. Got to the rehearsal, noticed that her three-years-younger brother had gotten SUPER cute since I last saw him, brought him back to my place after the reception and showed him a REAL good time. He ended up spending the night with me and trying to sneak back into the hotel…

Spaghetti tacos are totes from iCarly. Not sorry I watched iCarly.

I missed last week’s so didn’t get to say this then, but last Friday I resubmitted my PhD thesis (with major corrections)! It still could use a lot of work, especially the discussion, but it’s so much better than it originally was and I actually feel PhD-worthy!

Say you have a friend named Reese.

On a personal note, as a brown woman I’m irl more afraid of white boys that age than gang people of all colours.

I say this without a shred of irony or sarcasm: when are white men going to stand up and pressure each other to get themselves under control?

At this rate, I wonder how much Jezebel is paying Rachel Dolezal.

Even your tldr is tldr

All I know is that my stomach will never be that flat. :-(

I’m calling dibs on being the “Shame!” nun lady for Halloween

I thought it was a shitty laundry hamper.