Spring Break
Instant Daily
Issue date: 3/3/09 Section: Commentary
No matter where you're going, at UConn, you're always walking into the wind.
Jay Hickey's email address should be added to the Huskies of Honor.
I'm still waiting for my copy of "2 Girls, 1 Cafe Under Putnam."
When walking back from the library, I wondered why the sewer grates were steaming so much. Then I realized it was just the ninja turtles cooking pizza.
Everyone's ending their sentences with F--- My Life, and it's getting really annoying. Curse my existence.
I am desperately searching for something Maya Moore CANNOT do!
It's pretty sad that our dorm rooms don't even offer enough space to put a life-size poster of Hasheem up.
I was getting a ride back to my room, and I saw a cop pull over a delivery man. FAIL.
I'm truly sorry for marking your TV as my territory last night... I sleepwalk sometimes when I'm blackout drunk. You know who you are.
Crying is manly when Jeff Adrien does it.
Why is it that the c-store sells du-rags, but not gushers or fruit by the foot? People, where are our priorities?
Jay Hickey's email address should be added to the Huskies of Honor.
I'm still waiting for my copy of "2 Girls, 1 Cafe Under Putnam."
When walking back from the library, I wondered why the sewer grates were steaming so much. Then I realized it was just the ninja turtles cooking pizza.
Everyone's ending their sentences with F--- My Life, and it's getting really annoying. Curse my existence.
I am desperately searching for something Maya Moore CANNOT do!
It's pretty sad that our dorm rooms don't even offer enough space to put a life-size poster of Hasheem up.
I was getting a ride back to my room, and I saw a cop pull over a delivery man. FAIL.
I'm truly sorry for marking your TV as my territory last night... I sleepwalk sometimes when I'm blackout drunk. You know who you are.
Crying is manly when Jeff Adrien does it.
Why is it that the c-store sells du-rags, but not gushers or fruit by the foot? People, where are our priorities?
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