Seven Suggestions For That New Virginia Tech Cologne

Hokie B

I’m a rare breed. Although I graduated from Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University (Vah Tech as we prefer), I am not a Hokie. A Hokie is not just the school’s mascot. It’s how the student body refers to itself, an indoctrinated group of young people and graduates who genuinely believe NOTHING is better than attending Virginia Tech. But since I transferred in, I skipped Read More →

No, I Am Not Dating The Love Of My Life’s Roommate

It’s not very often I fall in love. Sure, I’m guilty of exaggerated crushes, flitting dalliances and smitten moments, but being profoundly impacted by a single person, such that you’re ready to change your life, that doesn’t happen often. As, perhaps, it shouldn’t. Because it makes you do some stupid things. Like last year. It was, oh boy. It’s been about 15 months since it Read More →

An Apology To The NSA Analyst Who Monitored Me

NSA

For those of you who follow the news (and what’s more #DC than starting your day with Morning Joe), you are well aware of the burgeoning scandal coming out of Columbia, Maryland. Yes, apparently the National Security Agency, which is tasked with monitoring all the world’s telephone and internet traffic has been, in fact, monitoring all the world’s telephone and internet traffic. I know. The Read More →

Is My Whole Life Forced?

I would never say I suffered from clinical depression. I haven’t gone to a psychiatrist, been fed some Zoloft and sent on my merry way. But it would be hard to argue that for three years of my life, I wasn’t seriously affected by something resembling it. If I had to sum up my formative years as a child, they were about putting on a Read More →

There’s Something Seriously Wrong With Dick Pics

My dick was everywhere this weekend. Not physically, but… pictorially. It began Thursday when I sent it to a girl I’d never met, but had started sexting with an hour early (thank you, internet). and continued Friday, when I showed it to two females friends for them to judge. I don’t know. We were drunk. Sitting around a bar, talking about dick pics. I’d mentioned Read More →

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