In a panic over what to wear …
Me (running around my dorm): “FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK.”
Allie: “No, that’s what you did last night, hon.”
For the record, I totally got some — and at Harvard, too! Clearly, a miracle. At least I can blog about something topical now. Sex and the Ivy is supposed to be about sex and the ivy, and until approximately 24 hours ago, I hadn’t actually hooked up with anyone at Harvard this term. About time, don’t you think? I mean, it’s October.
Sophomore year has finally commenced.