October 31, 2013
October 30, 2013
October 29, 2013
October 25, 2013
October 21, 2013
October 17, 2013
October 9, 2013
Because obviously the best place to start a first date is on an empty stomach and a glass of wine. #winningfirstimpressionsLet's start with this. I was not prepared. As in, so unprepared that even the cook at work asked me how long it had been since I showered. So when super hott classmate (who was less hott when he denied me access to Bow Wow, that asshole) asked me out for drinks, I was slightly flabbergasted. I mean...you denied me Bow Wow. I haven't showered in three days. The cook could use the grease in my hair instead of cooking oil. But then, a train blocked my car (this is becoming much too frequent in my life) and there was literally nothing to do. So...we went for a drink.
— Autumn Lee (@thejanklife) October 10, 2013
October 8, 2013
October 7, 2013
Only with sororities sisters is it appropriate to crash DJ Bow Wow and get engaged to a bouncer all in one night.
— Autumn Lee (@thejanklife) October 6, 2013
October 2, 2013
Today I want to talk about your first time.
It happens unexpectedly. Any old day. Or night, in my case. In an alley. Last weekend. Homecoming.
I was walking with a friend, fresh case of Mike's in hand, to a party when a random stranger offered us a ride. One, I went to college in the most trusting town in America. This ride offer was not unusual. Two, when I drink, I hug. Every one. So I went to hug the kid who offered us a ride and he literally pushes me away and goes, "You're like...old."
OLD? Not, umm you're a stranger or we just met in an alley. OLD.
This was my first time being called old.
Do you remember your first time being called old?
And now enjoy this photo dump from Homecoming. Except not really because the android app limits the number you can attach. Or maybe I'm just using it wrong?