SnacksOnSnacks

This day is bitchin, despite being a Whiny Monday. And this may possibly be Liz's last day on Earth because of the amount of grease and awesome she is putting into her body. She would like us to note that the man who made her grilled cheese sandwiches (yes that is plural) complemented her on her scarf. Yay for looking fly. Let us examine her lunch:

Meal of champions. Next we have a quote from one political science teacher, Jay-Z. "We have pushed every fucking button on that thing in the order they told us to do it and it's still not working." Make of it what you will.

Liz has holes in her crotch. What else is new, right? I mean, if you have two X chromosomes like my dear friend Liz, you better fucking have a hole in your crotch or else you are lying to society. We found this to be a particularly interesting discovery today however because she discovered two more holes in her crotch in the form of legging disrepair. White girl problem. And I feel like that happens way too often. Favorite pair of sweats, hole in the crotch. Favorite leggings, same deal. Why must you curse us, Legging Gods?!?! We're just trying to not wear pants! *insert cavewoman grunt* Mmmehhhh.

Here's a thought. Swipes for Xmas. Being broke as fuck college kids, we are having a pretty difficult time figuring out how to get presents for our loved ones this holiday season. New solution: use swipes instead. I'm pretty sure my sister will be getting a sheet of Rice Krispy Treats under the tree this year. Crisis averted. Dignity only semi-damaged.

And now to the most awesome thought of the day: Getting our shit together. We talk about this a lot, but today we sat down to three o'clock lunch and really buckled down. We decided that our résumés need to be amped up. To the extreme. Actually, I need to go. I gots shit to do.

Watch out. We have carrots. And we plan on throwing them at you.