Posts tagged this is my life.

How do you get back into your syntax professor’s good graces?

By saying ‘I will take the ring to Mordor’ when he asks for a volunteer to turn in the anonymous teaching evaluations.

“Oh that? That’s just the aftermath of my botched human centipede operation.”

I’m really good at saying romantic things to Max. Happy Easter?

I really need one of my roommates to come home so I can go down to the scary basement and finish my laundry…

Because I just watched this week’s Walking Dead and there is no way I am fucking with that laundry room and it’s burnt-out light bulb alone.

I don’t know what’s worse…

Getting a full account of your ex-coworker’s sex life on Twitter, or the sick fascination that makes you keep reading?

He met all of the major qualifications…

  • He doesn’t wear cargo pants
  • He wasn’t grossed out by my eleventh toe

…So now he’s my boyfriend.

Well…

Now I have to ask my dad why he retweeted something about Neville Longbottom being the most attractive guy in the HP cast.

Also, I found silly straw glasses in my house.

I cannot remember the last time that I ate Kraft mac and cheese, and I am so motherflippin’ excited right now.

You know you’ve got it going on when your friend’s mom compliments your perfume after smelling it on their family dog.

Errand-bound, muthalickas.

My scarf doubles as a neck brace.

I’m also coming to terms with the fact that I don’t have internet girl hair, and that’s fine.

St-st-st-studying on a Saturday night.  That’s what the cool kids do, right?

That moment when your joke backfires and you have to make figgy pudding for Christmas, or else your family will goad you about it for the rest of your life.