Post-College Life and Workisms
After you graduate, fun and alcohol come in moderation, and taxes and expenses pile up in abundance. Except rent (thanks mom and dad).
Simonne matriculated from Lawrence University in Appleton Wisconsin, where she earned her bachelor's degree by using ten dollar words like "matriculate." It was at Lawrence where Simonne created The Rollercoaster of Drama as a creative outlet for not taking life too seriously. It was well received by both Ivy League elitists and beauty school dropouts. After a five year sabbatical, she's currently living in Los Angeles, trying to take the movie industry not too seriously. Her attempts have been ill-received and she has been advised to eat less. There is truth in comedy and it will prevail.
After you graduate, fun and alcohol come in moderation, and taxes and expenses pile up in abundance. Except rent (thanks mom and dad).
For the companion-starved college student, or just the student looking for some extra attention from the ladies, pets weigh in pretty high.
Rory is back, only this time with more diarrhea and urgency than ever...in Paris. Unfortunately, no language barrier can block this shit.
Each type of girl has her own detestable qualities, but each type also comes with its advantages. The trick is in the balancing act.
Thank the Gods of college admissions destiny if you go to a school big enough not to have to face regular class participation.
When the drunk try to communicate with the sober, anything can happen. Here are some situations you should avoid at all costs.
Reality check: New Year's Eve courtships do not last, despite the fact that it was totally meant to be.
For every successful college relationship, there are over 250,000 that never had a chance. Brush up on the language of rejection.
Finding your first apartment is a bigger pain in the ass than purchasing your first car. But it beats living with the parents.
Some people call flight attendants glorified cocktail waitresses. But only the former has to do all the dirty work herself.
As you size up your stomach, your underpaid server is quietly sizing up your wallet, growing ever resentful of the most annoying job ever.
Nothing says mixed signals like a Catholic mass where your priest expedites the worship process so he can catch the Dolphins kick-off.