My friend went to Florence this weekend and came back with the word “spaghetti” tatted on his ass. Dead serious. I’ve never heard of anything more abroad than that. I guess the lesson here is when in doubt get an ass tat.

Something embarrassing happened today. I was walking out from the bathroom when I saw someone in one of my classes leaning in the doorway. After giving him an awkward class-acquintance-esk smile, I tripped on the rug in front of me, lunging at him in full speed.

Panicked, class boy whipped out his arm to catch my fall. I genuinely, and this is hard to re-live, had to use his arm for support. The kicker is it all happened in dead, silence. The only thing you could hear was the sound of feet frantically moving on the floor. After I recovered I go, “I am sorry” and walked away. So tragic. So super natural.