Yeah, intelligent input, darlin'.

After 3.5 long years, The University of Georgia has finally realized that I am no longer a student and have decided to delete my e-mail account. In preparation, I went through I all e-mails I had saved over the years and came across my folder of e-mails from Jamie while we were at Oxford. So, for your Monday Morning Entertainment, I bring you one of my personal favorites (possibly because I was the one wearing pajama pants to breakfast every morning):

I realize, of course that you can hardly be blamed for feeling this way:

It’s 7:45 in the morning, you’ve awoken after a long night of pleasant
dreams and calm, sober reflection with your friends about the true
meaning of life and the long-term implications of US foreign policy in
the Qinghai Province of the People’s Republic of China, and all you want is to enjoy a few suspiciously-liquidy eggs and some crackin’ good hashbrowns before you return to your rooms to hammer out the finishing touches on your comprehensive strategy for eliminating greenhouse gases from the polar regions.

With so much on your mind, you can hardly be blamed for wanting to roll into the dining hall in your finest PJs, Hefner-style.

Cut it out.

—For those of you less inclined to read or heed the meandering smartassery above — We’ve been asked to remind you all that *pajamas are not acceptable attire for the dining hall.* I know it’s early. I know you’re going to go right back to bed, but for the love of Pete, put some clothes on people!

That is all,
J.

animalsbeingdicks:

Brandon was so upset that he didn’t get his way, he took his blanket and went home. 

This.

inmyredchucks:

Love,

Me

Cosigned.

Next time someone wants to drop a truckload of sheet rock on 75, can they not do it during rush hour?

This girl! I’m nerdily excited about this conference and hanging out in DC for a week!