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@phyllisstein They probably thought that Rowling was literature. I'm imagining the contortions your face must have made when they asked.
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I keep having a dream wherein I'm giving my best friend head while talking to him on the phone. This confirms that I am, in fact, gay.
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@phyllisstein I'm glad you finally used that one as a tweet. I'm waiting to see how you twittetize our convos. I hate you, did you know?
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Though, I could use the "my parent/sibling/grandparent died" excuse. Or just sleeping with the professors. Oo! Professorial orgy! Hot!
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I'm a bad, bad man.
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I completely failed at doing any work this entire quarter and now I have papers due; I think I may use the "I had brain surgery" card again.
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Oh my, perhaps drunk dialing one's mother on Thanksgiving to wish the family a happy holiday isn't the best of ideas.
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I was thinking about how there are so many people in Hyde Park without food today; I should give them my leftovers when I'm done with them.
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Thanksgiving must be punishment for people who are dieting or are anorexic. Sucks for them.
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I sometimes feel like a bad son for not going home on Thanksgiving, then I realize how much my family doesn't like me and I feel better.
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Oh hey, 19 Degrees! Have you met my friends Broken Radiator and Hypothermia?
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Another good part about pancakes is that there can never be too much syrup.
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The best part about pancakes is that they are essentially a means of conveying loads of syrup and butter into one's mouth
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The Lascivious Costume Ball was far less lascivious than expected; when straights show their sexuality it sort of kills the mood.
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Leggings as pants: never a good idea.
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@phyllisstein I saw what you did there. You do realize that just because I don't update doesn't mean I don't look, right?
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It's Chicago; it's November; it's 70 degrees: I love global warming.
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I fucking love when people are drunk and disorderly on the Red Line. Good times.
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Hey bus people, stop looking at me. I know I look like a gay, I don't need you staring at me because of it. Also, I am a gay so suck it.
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Oh God, will random people please stop speaking to me. I have my iPhone and bitch face on, what more do I need? Should I just wear a sign?
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