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Headphone jack, usb port, HDMI port. Things that Apple has deemed "totally obsolete and lame". Gouging your customers is the hot new thing.
I have an irrational hatred of my professor, possibly because his mannerisms remind me of Anne Hathaway and I CAN'T STAND HER.
I hate the term dab has been adopted to refer to the pointless arm movement, when it should continue to refer to a form of marijuana. While we're talking about dabbing, can we bring back planking or owling instead?
Anyone old enough to remember before Mean Girls being overquoted to death that it was Napoleon Dynamite being overquoted? Although it's been 13 years since MG premiered, I am glad a female led feminist piece like MG is the one with withstanding impact, rather than Napoleon and his white male pain and ablist language ("IDIOT") prevailing, especially in today's climate.
Malfoy Manor.
Trump Tower.
Count Olaf's Observatory
Hagrid's Hut
Putin's Playground
Dana Bash is an overrated journalist who works for fake news. I'd rather get my fake news from Billy Eichner
who is the gril with the lisa frank backpack? i saw u in anderson during diner and was too shy to apraoch you in front of your friends. i think ur gorgeous.
The year: 2017. I have long graduated from Hamline, although I still reside in the Twin Cities, although my only roommate is my cat. As I sit in my kitchen, I nostalgically glance over to my refrigerator door and find it barren, aside from my work schedule, Holiday cards, a couple photos, and an engagement RSVP. A few magnets scatter those postings, some of them worn from years of use. I also remember how they remained unused and were largely forgotten when I lived with you. And your ugly magnets. I think about you often. How you would steal my pop tarts, use my laundry detergent, and stay up late with your friends while I tried to study for econ tests. How you called me an asshat and fuckstick in front of the whole school. Not to mention that time you abandoned me at the house on Minnehaha, leaving me drunk, alone, and coatless at a house party full of then juniors and seniors. As I continue to sip my morning coffee, I remember the first week at Hamline, when I didn't know anyone outside of FYSem and you asked me to sit with you in the Sorin Caf. And again the next day, and then the next. Remember smoking up for the first time in the Heights parking lot? And the many trips to that shitty Taco Bell thereafter? Or that time we pre-gamed for Fireball, only to encounter our boss as one of the chaperones? I was excited the day we signed our lease. I was so excited to live with you and our others friends. I was excited to move off-campus and never have to live in the shitty dorms again. But nothing will ever top my excitement of the day you moved out for good and you took your fucking magnets with you. I hate that you made our friends choose sides and I hate that they all chose yours. But what I hate most is that I don't hate you and never did. Not even a little bit. I doubt you'll see this since you unliked the page ages ago, but I did get your wedding invitation. It's on my fridge, next to the photo of us, under one of your ugly magnets I took before you moved out, the one of the fish. Sorry for offending you but glad you unblocked me so we could reconnect.