I got a job at H&M ( Read more... )

Dear Misters NU Workemen,

Fuck you. Our heater is broken, and yes, it IS your job to fix it. While you're at it, try not to be so rude. Oh, and by the way, yes, we two girls really did take care of a dead mouse. So fuck you.

Love,
Stephanie

Dear Odav,

Fuck you. I might not be a science major, but I still know what a nanometer is.

Love,

Dick Cheney shot one of his friends while hunting. But don't worry, Cheney's personal medical team took care of the guy. Whew. But why are my taxes paying for him to have a personal medical team? I don't want him to stay alive ( Read more... )

Theresa just came in to talk about our "misunderstanding" yesterday. Yeah right. So thirty minutes later, she leaves and what we've basically concluded is that we're going to Sephora later today to replace my makeup and that she borrowed it a while ago when I did let her use my stuff and just mixed it up with her stuff. Which I did propose as a ( Read more... )

I don't think the coffee is even going to calm me down. I'm sitting in my journalism computer lab, waiting for this stupid "grammer boot camp" to start and that's just making me more mad ( Read more... )

Today I passed a starving artist-type in the street wearing the same boots as me. Just thought I'd share.

Having failed to get a job at school, and YES I REALLY DID try too, my journalism professor's offer to have any student published as a freelance writer in his section of the Boston Globe is sounding pretty good. BUT.... I have absolutely no idea what to write about. Any ideas?

"Unfortunately, one year after I escaped unharmed from World Trade Center 2, I will be working on Sept. 11. Apparently, in my company, it’s 'Thank God you made it, here’s work for you to do.' It’s sad, but like many companies, mine has forgotten a valuable lesson that should have been learned on Sept. 11. That is, simply, that people matter. We ( Read more... )

So it all started on Sunday, when Sam, Odav, Pam and I were supposed to go to a party on Mission Hill. Only the apartment smelled like a foot fungus, so we left after about 5 mintues. We came back to the dorm and played Scatergories ( Read more... )

The following is a real letter ( Read more... )