It's finals week here at Ole Miss...and even though I finished my last final two years ago, I went out last night to "celebrate".
Whatever. I'm paying for it today.
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I remember sending a Facebook message last night at 2am. But I don't remember what it said. And I don't want to know. Nor will I ever read the response. Those Facebook messages, they get me every time.
I'm on an "all fruits and veggies and vodka" cleanse this week. But I am dying for a bag of Cheetos. And I don't even eat them regularly.
I decided to make a rap playlist on Spotify. (I don't usually listen to rap.) I added 3 Plies songs, "Look at me now", "The Motto", and 25 Eminem songs.
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I know every word to every Eminem song ever. It's a gift.
I really like the tall black socks trend that the boys here are doing. I like it a lot.
I'm seriously considering driving 7.5 hours to Leesburg, GA for Phillip Phillips' hometown visit.
What do you have to confess?