OP-ED: Give Me a Wet, Sloppy European Kiss on the Cheek
Get it over with, wet and sloppy, just like I asked.
Get it over with, wet and sloppy, just like I asked.
Everything about this house says: I was the longest serving president in Penn history.
Get it over with, wet and sloppy, just like I asked.
“You’re so good at Math 1400… I wish I could do derivatives like you.”
Everything about this house says: I was the longest serving president in Penn history.
taketh me hence in an ambulance, a warmeth forehead’s kiss <3
Shall I let the image of me approaching imminent death hang above my head like the Sword of Damocles? My mortality alone is principle enough.
Cishet men/women dating in a nebulous queer way shall immediately be VPs of the diversity and inclusion committee.
When I met him during move-in my heart skipped a beat. So did my mom's.
I am a top student at the University of Pennsylvania, not a prostitute.
Indeed, I have even attempted walking closely behind freshmen with hopes of corralling the trailings of their unregulated pheromones into my shell of a body.
A failed situationship did not derail my life for four months!
If I lived in Rodin, all my dreams would come true.
MANIFESTATION IS REAL IF YOU SKIP THIS ARTICLE YOU WILL HAVE BAD KARMA FOREVER!!!! AND A PIANO WILL DROP ON YOUR HEAD AT 11:11PM!!!!!!
I know I’m terribly naive, but doesn’t cleaning need water?
I must conquer both my quirky, boyish, relatable self, and my petite, teeny-tiny, hourglass figure.
In fact, they are proud to accept fat people! Sorority bids are entirely based on controllable traits, such as wealth, clothes, and acne.
I am speaking my truth.
Why are we waging war on our circadian rhythm?
I look at my resume. Job experience: tennis teacher. Clubs and activities: under the button. Darn it, this won’t get me that internship at Goldman Sachs.
I slept in the Moelis Family Grand Reading Room, the ATO roof deck, under the button, and the Quad Catacombs.
First, I began sneaking them into our texts. “Hey — can we talk tonight?” “Do you want to hang out — maybe next Friday?” “Wow, that GIF you sent of a guy slipping and falling head-first into a tub full of hot sauce was — frankly — pretty epic.”