One of the most interesting things about college being back in session is watching cars for bumper stickers.  You have the ones that make you angry, the ones that make you point and laugh at the pinko commie hippie (I have a right to laugh, seeing as I agree with them), and the ones that make you want to ram the person right up the bumper because the back of their car reads like someone who has never had any sort of hardship worth speaking of (the pretty, sparkly stickers that say cute shit in order to sound badass [but is ultimate fail (because you're too blonde to be badass [but your mascara is pretty fucking scary])]).

I, like everyone else, like speaking my mind and letting people know a thing or two about me through the wonderful world of stickers, decals and magnets.  I like to think now, in rubbing on a decal for the University of Kentucky College of Social Work, I am, officially, a Social Work major.  Officially. It wasn’t really real before.  Nope, it took defacing my car before I truly felt like I was studying for a future of thankless, overworked-and-underpaid humanitarianism.

And soon, my pets, I will have GIR shaking his sweet metallic ass all over my back windsheild.  I believe in GIR’s ass, and I want everyone to know it.