I am going to be honest. I’m the shit. While my bracket may be suffering a UConn loss, I’m celebrating straight A’s and internship confirmations. I’m drinking every night and running every bar I go to. And while you quickly and desperately reply to every teasing text I send, I want you to know that I’m still on top and I’ll never ever crumble under your words. Ever again.
I am woman.
If there wasn’t photographic evidence that I have game (FUCKING HOUSEMATES ARE PAPARAZZI), I’d think I was a hermit.