I'm back at school, and I'm halfway moved into my room. Irene is hanging out here, but it's her chill side, the less-than-an-inch-of-rain-with-wind side. The scantily clad drunk women and the drunk men that follow them around are undeterred, and have been seen running about campus hand in hand yelling "Fuck Irene." I am missing certain vital items
(
Read more... )