When people ask how you’re doing at the end of the semester
My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
hello, 911? ok get this, Brad told me that Yazmin told him that Zoe told her that Zoe’s cousin Trisha said i look fat in my new jeans, when before she told me i looked hot in them. isn’t that fucked up? like say it to my face next time, bitch. anyway so there’s like a robbery going on and