My life is about as awkward and anti-climactic as a middle school dance.

Why Physics? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

So I'm in Philly, and I refuse to look at fried peppers and onions, or shaved pieces of grade-H steak. And I especially refuse to make peace with an ever-popular can of  cheese whiz, so I don't really know what I'm doing here.

I'm kidding of course, it's fine. Once the spackle dust settles, I get my window to close, the humidity goes down, and the ( Read more... )

So, summer 2007, chronologically, consisted of coming home, fucking shit up, getting pierced, folding clothes, cleaning up dog pee, getting paid to press play on a stereo, working a 55 hour week, teaching kids bad tap technique, sweating profusely, getting fucked by Penn, making bad decisions (but not the good kind), maintaining a exploded ear, ( Read more... )

Yeah so,
I'm making  $21 an hour to teach kids to tap, while I get to listen to lots of MJ.

I think I'm actually jealous of myself.

Yay anniversary of the cutting of my umbilical cord!

Dear UPenn,

Thanks for accepting me and making my life infinitely more difficult.

Love, 
Stephanie

P.S. I am an asshole.

How can I go home with nothing to say ( Read more... )

Why is my life getting more and more nauseating by the second?

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle.