So I missed lunch today because I was running errands that I didn’t realize I had to run.      And due to Purdue bureaucracy I had to go to like 8 different buildings and like 15 different offices to get this shit done…  And it’s still not done.

However, that’s not the story

I get home and the first thing I do is throw a frozen pizza in the oven.  25 minutes later, it’s done.  I take it out and as I’m cutting it, the motherfucker falls onto the goddamn floor.

There is a God and he has a sense of humor. 

Nobody is going to believe me when I tell the story anyway, so I’ll just skip it.

She’s ridiculously hot.  And she loves nothing more than to liquor me up, haha.

Sometimes these things come out of complete left field.

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch sometimes.