This week is orientation week, which means the academic year has begun.
As of yet, I have not seen a single good-looking male student.
I’m gonna go ahead and be pessimistic about this, and say that this probably means it’s going to be a bad year.
A dude at a Cuban bar who was trying to get into my pants (even though I was wearing a dress) told me that he could hear my Boston accent after I told him I live here.
I shouldn’t have to tell any of you this, but I will just to make sure you know: Of course I don’t have an effing Boston accent.
I love America.
Always have. Always will.