so, i need money, send me some, i want to buy this, it is classy, and i am classy like this picture.

an original poem by a friend

Dear Pain,
go
dear pain,
dont stay here.
dear pain,
this is enough.
dear pain,
you tear me.
loveeee jamie

"my mom asked me if i met any boys in college...or any girls"

asking for it

so an amiga of mine is apparently upset that i have not posted anything about her sexually scandalous life. so, although i told myself i would stray from making this blog too sexual, this will obviously be an exception, because she in fact was asking for it. and i don't mean that figuratively, hypothetically or any ly, but rather literally. so here is  a sexploit of a dear friend, who apparently enjoys hot tub sex, giving blowjobs on bunk beds and many more, which my inner conscience tells me to withhold. so thats just a taste, suck on it, gargle it, swallow it. this one is for you.

photo cred: google images

tastes like shit

so...there are a lot of things that i have learned that i do not enjoy. thanks to college, i am now able to present them to you in a list of some sort. some of the things that i have learned that i do not like are: spoiled milk, laundry, medicine like drinks, medicine like hookah, medicine, being sober...jk...am i?
and that is the question i shall leave you with.

photo cred: lakeview pharmacy

tastes like candy

hmm....there are a lot of things that i have found in college that taste very very good including my favorite drink ever as referred to in earlier posts, revenge, black cloves, kosher food, jewish children, bagged wine, and many many more. so a toast to all of my new found loves, and to a sweet new year as they say.

photo cred: zionecon

need some inspiration

photo cred: ffffound