I'm graduating from college in the spring, starting a new life with a new job in perhaps a new city. I'm a markedly different person than I was four years ago. I've made great friends, had a few romantic relationships, grown, matured, voted for a black President, hosted a TV show, y'know, college stuff. Yet it was comforting to find out that no matter how many people I meet or challenges I face, some things never
I still fucking hate the goddamn mall.