Sexile With Care
The dorm. The 18×10 space you are crammed
into with another girl, who may or may not be a
complete stranger, depending on your housing
situation. It’s hard enough to keep your notebooks
and gym clothes on “your” side of the room when
it’s just the two of you…try throwing a relationship
into the picture. Suddenly, you and your roommate
are juggling class schedules, study time, piles of
laundry, the remote control, and trying to throw
intimate time with a guy into the mix.
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“I Think We’re Dead”: Cop Tells 911 Operator He OD’d on Weed

Once, when I in 6th grade and still innocent, I tried a piece of a pot brownie that a friend had stolen from her big brother. Upon swallowing, I became convinced I was high and sat down on the floor, steadying myself with my hands because “the world was spinning out of control.”

Yes, I was lame, but I was 12 and lived in suburbia. I was allowed.

But this guy…well…he really doesn’t have any excuse. Except maybe that he’s a douchebag.


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