Dear Diary: I’m Never Drinking Again…

Dear Diary, sorry I haven’t written in a few days. I just haven’t felt up to it.

I’m never drinking again, and now there’s a video of me stripping naked in the town square and running through the water fountains declaring that I’m the Goddess of Love circling the campus.

When I find out who took it, I’m gonna kill them.

Dear Diary: The Essay Issue…

Dear Diary,

You know what I hate? I hate people who can write essays a bit at a time. What kind of psychopath do you have to be to do that? How can you just do a part of an essay then walk away? I mean, come on, surely it’s all or nothing, right? Who actually plans this shit?