6:45 a.m.: Alarm goes off for running club morning practice. Why am I doing this again? Snoozed.
6:56 a.m.: Receive text, “Hey do you still want to go later?” Um, not a chance.
At some point during my freshman year, I found myself alone with a guy I’d just met. He had dark hair and eyes, I think, and his name was a generic one I soon forgot.
Do you tweet with abandon? Do you live your life in 140 characters or less? Keep doing what you’re doing, soul sister, ’cause Highbrow’s watching. You might just get your own tweet #illustrated.