I woke up a half hour ago with shooting pain in my feet. I guess that’s what happens when you work a 10 hour waitress shift then walk two miles to a party and back. I think I need to cool it..
My roommate made this for me because I drove her to the hospital when she got a concussion! It literally made my life.
I’m getting nostalgic already about leaving.. I really don’t want to go
Also, my favorite part is the fact that “Whitney” looks like it was scribbled by a deranged squirrel. Kill’n it Haley!
A quote from Thich Nhat Hanh, perhaps another way to view the Boston bombers..
“When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself and that suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help”
hi my name is whitney and college has made me a socialist hippy feminist, taste my fiery fury!