23 and a former kappa cheerleader from texas. relatively recent graduate with no idea where to go. trying to successfully integrate my love of all things frat/srat (but mostly frat) into the real world...a real world that just happens to be in italy...with my parents. it's not going to be pretty.
- Me: *sits in towel for 6 months after showering*
Argument I heard on the bus
- Guy 1: no, niggah, gay bros can raise babies. Look at that warthog motherfucker and that ferret thing that raised Simba. And that niggah became king of motherfucking Africa.
thought i had one semester of grad school left meaning i would be finished by the middle of august and officially have a masters in homeland security by my birthday. NOPE. JK TAYLOR YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF is apparently what school said because they dropped me from my last class for apparently no reason, didn’t tell me about it, and now i have to wait an entire semester to more…to take ONE FUCKING CLASS…because apparently the last day for enrollment was YESTERDAY even though i enrolled myself TWO FUCKING WEEKS AGO. thanks for nothing you fuck heads. icing on my cake of miserable.