Oh my. OSU is being overrun by the terminally perky pom-pom ho's.
And every one of the sweater monkeys had to have pizza tonight.
And I just kept thinking, "Why are they eating this when everyone knows they're just going to puke it back up a few hours from now?"
Then I came home, to a free-range conversation that went places I never ever want to see again. Can you guess which one of my roommates swallows?
I'm going to go re-read Les Miserables now. My life doesn't seem so bad by comparison.