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Roommate found Mexican hot chocolate in the pantry. This can only mean one thing: Hot Toddy Fridays.
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Dammit, Old B, if you're going to have Indian food, it would be nice if someone told me.
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This week has been brought to you by Tombstone toaster oven pizzas. Because I have been eating them all week.
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Lamburgers.
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@jwisser No no no. To engage hipster mode it needs to be an independent coffee house.
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Ugh, up too early. But, "did you know that in the morning, they have food, TV, almost everything. It's pretty good."
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Set a McCain/Palin sign on fire, danced around, went to Tappan to revel in the madness, and danced some more. Signs of the apocalypse.
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Yesterday I watched an American Football game with a bottle of beer in hand and yelling 'Go Colts!' at the TV. What is happening to me?
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"Politicians are like God. No one believes in them, they haven't done anything for ages, and they give jobs to their immediate family."
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Latest adventures in translating my Honors thesis: a word that literally means 'eating shit'.
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@jwisser Use RefWorks. Or steal EndNote from the internet. It makes life much easier.
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@mwolfish Those bee dances? Are amazing.
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Driver's licence, transfer of study abroad credits, plane tickets home for winter break—all in all, a productive day. Wait, shit! Honors…
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I have a fucking license! And a driving one too.
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Life safety inspections on Yom Kippur. It would have been all right if my room didn't look like a thrift store exploded in it.
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Someone on a crutch is in front of me. Unrelated, the impulse to say a phrase with 'crippling fear' strikes. Me = patron god of sensitivity.
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Big Marv just walked in with his son asking where the card catalogue is. Also, catalogue is not misspelled, Firefox. Leave me alone.
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Patronizing the library café. Not bad. Definitely the best cappuccino in town, considering that the only competition is Java Zone's sludge.
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My Mondays are never-ending. Almost literally, because my work day doesn't end till 1.00 AM Tuesday, so technically my Mondays never end.
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If you value your well-being, don't drink a gallon of coffee on an empty stomach. It would've been nice if someone had told me that earlier.
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