PIC Shoes: The Fine Footprint of College Life
PIC Shoes: The Fine Footprint of College Life
PIC Shoes: The Fine Footprint of College Life
Moving out is universally harder than moving in. Except for the "Not So Fast" Rule: before you can do one thing, you must do something else first.
I am moving tomorrow morning. The movers are coming at 10am. If you are one of the 5 friends I've already talked to today, congratulations, you're right: I haven't started packing yet.
<img src="https://www.pointsincase.com/images/telephone_cartoon.gif" align="right">I know that telephone companies are completely ridiculous when it comes to hidden charges and horrible service. I accept that.
<img src="https://www.pointsincase.com/images/spam_creative.jpg" align="right">Why do I feel like, at some point in my life, these two stories are going to converge into one top story of my own?<br />
If there is a Hell, I've tasted it and returned to tell the story. Last night I had the most intense dream of nothing but malevolent abstraction.
<img src="https://www.pointsincase.com/images/scale_balance.jpg" align="right" />On my way back from errands today, I actually HONKED at a man for not going immediately on a green light because he was GIVING A HOMELESS MAN A DOLLAR FROM HIS WINDOW.<br /><br />What does this say about me?<br />
<img src="https://www.pointsincase.com/images/cologne.jpg" align="right">I was at the mall with my friend today and I realized I haven't bought new cologne since high school. HIGH SCHOOL. Yes, ladies, that familiar scent is me having hooked up with you in the same Hugo or CK Obsession sweetness for the last 9 years. You weren't getting tired of it were you?
<img src="https://www.pointsincase.com/images/how_stuff_works.gif" align="right">I asked a guy what time it was the other day and he pulled his cell phone out to tell me. I said, "But you have a watch right there..." Then he told me it was broken. WOW, is that embarrassing or what?