THIS IS NOT A DRILL, PEOPLE! WE ARE AT DOUCHECON FIVE!

I know when I'm over feeling guilty about something, the first thing I do is shop around a 900-word blog post about it.

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I'm feeling "Who am I kidding? I can't wait to be this person." MAHALO! Okay, but mahalo, right?

Is it California? That's where I'm at, and I swear my friend was not able to to get his results til around that time. My friend had to go to work that day, and he said it was terrible. He missed his exit on his commute, was forgetting and spilling things, he was completely frazzled and not himself.

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. The first year of law school is a forced march through hell. The goal is really to weed out those with weaker constitutions and thin the herd. Once you get to the second year, you're one of the gang. Professors are nice. You no longer wish you could die when reading a case for the 10th…

I watched two of my good friends go through law school. Their first year was filled with panic attacks. One friend had a complete freak out when she took her first test. When it came to study for the bar, I never saw or heard from either of them.

God, law school will ruin a person. RUIN. Especially the 1L year. FUCK THAT

I (a small woman) was arguing with a very large (like, Will Sasso but also tall) male law school classmate about politics. I don't remember what specifically, but he was losing. This was after class and in front of about a dozen classmates, so pride was on the line. Out of anything related to the subject matter, he…

This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.

I've started my cat collection. Yarn would never survive in my place, so I paint. They've thrown my paint on the floor before, but at least they leave the finished products alone.

I love me a lot. LOL....And I have yarn. Lots and lots of yarn.

the drummer gets to go through the buffet once.... ONCE DERRYL!

I am not interested in seeing Cthulhu's baby pictures.

Him. When someone stands behind my car being "cute" and I've got to get my grandma to a doctor's appointment, I do not fuck around.

Yep. My son, at 8 years old, was all sad in the car when I picked him up from school because, and I quote, Imani 'rejected' him. I explained that she didn't reject him, she just didn't like him the way he liked her, and that's going to happen a lot in life, and that it is OK, and Imani is still a nice girl, and he's…

God, this video x a million.