A few weeks ago, a friend and I were having a marathon of text messages about missing college life, i.e. the days we spent stumbling around some god-forsaken town in Nowhere Midwest, USA in a drunken stupor.
While we both admit that there are a few perks to no longer waking up in your bathtub on a random Tuesday morning, sometimes you just miss having an all night rage fest for no reason other than that your 8am got canceled. These memories are especially fond after a rough week at work when all you can do is drag yourself slowly across the floor and into the fetal position.
As we continued to reminisce about slutty nights on Halloween, ugly sweater parties and black outs on Saint Patrick’s day, my sage friend then sent me this gem of a text message:
“And then you spend the rest of Sunday watching Disney…
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