By Jacqueline Brace She was already 4 drinks and 2.5 mystery pills in by the time she stumbled up to Club Nosfra2. Her party had called it a night about 40 minutes earlier, but her artificially uninhibited brain was hankering for some midnight mischief. She must have gotten one of the good pills in the mix she’d fished out of her friend’s ex-girlfriend’s FWB’s Monster High handbag, because the mountain of a bouncer guarding the door had massive stone wings folded behind him.

By Rebecca Borlace Entering college, you can’t escape the onslaught of moronic advice from sophomore influencers who think one year of college makes them part of the classe supérieure .  I haven’t bothered counting the number of mattress toppers, laundry hampers (“You HAVE to get one with wheels”), and headboards I’ve been recommended by people whose dorm room tours look like mini-apartments. It really makes you wonder how they managed to fit all of that into their mom’s 20