The communal cordless rang and rang about six hours before most of my roommates and I would have even considered getting out of bed. It was Reporter, and in those couple of minutes between realizing you are hungover and not knowing if you were going to be ok that day, I agreed to a road … More Media Driven
Reporter and I casually saw each other the rest of the semester. Despite a teacup set displayed in the corner of his bedroom, I was taken with him. (Regardless of where it was from [Reporter clears throat and shoots cuffs for WASPy emphasis “the New York Athletic Club…”] it was a strange decorating choice.) Whenever … More Ivy League
My gluttony knew no bounds… … More No Such Thing as a Free Lunch
Tragically, I thought I looked fabulous… … More The One Where I Walked to Blockbuster Naked
I suspect most of the women who worked there felt bad about abandoning the “Good Wife Guide” and not having a hot toddy or a Harvey Wallbanger ready as their husbands came home. Anything for the cause though… … More An Idiot Sandwich Joins The Cause
“I’ll take ‘People Who Went Crazy’ for 200 Alex.”
“This person quit his position as intern coordinator shortly after two interns ruined his life.” … More Disco Elephant is Dead
I pinched my mother’s back, so she knew to be cool… … More The Grand Old Party’s Honky-Tonk Hideout
