The primal sense of empowerment I get from the act of performing roadhead on an unexpecting driver is the top reason I’m a fan. (Asking for service usually results in the service station being closed for the season.) I realize I probably shouldn’t imply all this in one of my first CollegeCandy posts, but rest assured, I’m no roadhead addict. I’m very selective; in fact, my satisfaction is truly only the result of a singular victim.

Being dirty is always …

I have this ongoing internal battle with myself, all stemmed from what I deem “placebo effect exercising.” I’m continually battling what little bulge I have, in an effort to ultimately be bulge-less, yet never see the results I fantasize about.

I eat a yogurt for breakfast instead of a yummy prosciutto and egg breakfast sandwich. Ten points. I walk a block. Five points. I do a little dance in my dainty undergarments in (dim) light. Jackpot. I put a bikini …