I'm a poor, lonely college student, fighting her way through life with biting sarcasm and unwavering cynicism. I tend to make awful jokes and delicious cookies. My room, my hair, and my life are all a giant mess, but what's life without a few sticky situations? I have a love/hate relationship with both food and exercise, I just can't seem to decide if I want to go with my head or my heart. My head says, "Work out dammit!", but my heart says, "Oh look, they have garlic bread!" it's a hard knock life for me, I guess.
