Sorry guys--no post-debate update, though it seems that not as many of you watched the debates either; the internet wasn't as inundated with the commentary as it was for the previous ones. I don't know, I'm just sick of them.
Instead, a few girls from the 2nd floor and I went to the mall to test out their new credit cards.
They work. With flying colors.
The biggest debate of last night, in my eyes, was whether or not the straps on the Nine West bag looked okay or not.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.