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thanks for the flower, hospital! (Taken with instagram)

thanks for the flower, hospital! (Taken with instagram)

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dear coffee, you sustain me thanks, me

dear coffee,

you sustain me

thanks,

me

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his loss, i’ll be more than okay (Taken with instagram)

his loss, i’ll be more than okay (Taken with instagram)

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i wanna make love na na na na…for the record, the bug on the bottom was dead, but the one on top still humped it for like twenty minutes. #nature

i wanna make love na na na na…for the record, the bug on the bottom was dead, but the one on top still humped it for like twenty minutes. #nature

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snack time in ms. dixon’s second grade class consisted of drinking chocolate milk from a carton and then engaging warhead challenges with the boys sitting around me.  how many warheads could you eat at one time? who could hold back the pained facial expressions the longest? who has the balls to try to pass off an unwrapped warhead to the teacher as a mint? (i admire your grapes, kevin, to this day. nice try. solid effort.) and the never-ending debates that inevitably came up: was green apple more sour than any other flavor? what about lemon? or were they all equally potent? and why were the blue raspberry ones so rare? i’m sitting on seven watermelon and four black cherry ones every day at snack, but no blue dammit! of course, the awful warhead spinoffs were ultimately invented in some evil lab and mass-produced: heinous concoctions involving marshmallows and viles of sour juice. the OG warhead will always have a special place in my heart. yes, they became mildly gross after the “sour power” ran out, but as reigning champ of the 1997 warhead olympics in my division at raritan valley elementary school, i can’t help but yearn for the tongue-chafing, teeth-rotting sugary goodness individually wrapped into little bite-sized pieces. and i’m happy to see that they were high in vitamin c. that’s reassuring.

snack time in ms. dixon’s second grade class consisted of drinking chocolate milk from a carton and then engaging warhead challenges with the boys sitting around me. 

how many warheads could you eat at one time? who could hold back the pained facial expressions the longest? who has the balls to try to pass off an unwrapped warhead to the teacher as a mint? (i admire your grapes, kevin, to this day. nice try. solid effort.)

and the never-ending debates that inevitably came up: was green apple more sour than any other flavor? what about lemon? or were they all equally potent? and why were the blue raspberry ones so rare? i’m sitting on seven watermelon and four black cherry ones every day at snack, but no blue dammit!

of course, the awful warhead spinoffs were ultimately invented in some evil lab and mass-produced: heinous concoctions involving marshmallows and viles of sour juice. the OG warhead will always have a special place in my heart. yes, they became mildly gross after the “sour power” ran out, but as reigning champ of the 1997 warhead olympics in my division at raritan valley elementary school, i can’t help but yearn for the tongue-chafing, teeth-rotting sugary goodness individually wrapped into little bite-sized pieces.

and i’m happy to see that they were high in vitamin c. that’s reassuring.

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gradumacation

gradumacation

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a shit ton of things on my to-do list today before work at 4:30.
it is currently 3:02.

i should take a nap before attempting to tackle anything. right?

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a well-balanced lunch for the mature young adult.

a well-balanced lunch for the mature young adult.

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last final exam as an undergrad? better screw around on instagram and not look at those notes one last time.

last final exam as an undergrad? better screw around on instagram and not look at those notes one last time.

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god forbid i ever become an actress in a movie that achieves any kind of notoriety, i just hope that my bloopers and outtakes are funny.

#somethingthatwouldbeamajorconcernofmine
#reallylonghashtags
#youdontevenhavetwitteryoudumbbitchwhyyouusingthemhashtags
#causeimdrunkyo 

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things to do when drunkenly reconnecting with high school friends on facebook:

1. laugh 

2. laugh a lot

3. cry

4. giggle

5. have a heartfelt conversation

6. add consonants to the end of words to achieve Badass Status (ie: drunkkkkkk)

7. repeat steps 1-6

oy vey.
never will i learn.
will i never learn? 

probs not. ha.
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k.
love. 

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