Someone asked me today if I was gonna have Jammy Jam. Last year I was in Vegas so I skipped it. This year, I’ll likely be really poor as that month (August) as that’s when I stop being gainfully employed and become a lowly grad student. On the other hand, it’s the end of my…

dear idiot credit card guy. You have my home #. If I don’t want to give you my cell, what on earth makes you think I’ll give you my work #?

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