I'm going up to Philly tonight. I going to do all the stereotypical things. Punch the Rocky statue in the face like my namesake, eat at whitecastle, get drunk and call people skanks, stalk Anna Stern, etc.

Isn't it funny how you can want a girl to come home with you so much on thursday night, but when your alarm goes off at 7 on friday morning, you are so glad that you're alone because you totally couldn't handle actually having to talk to someone that early in the morning.