Every single time I’m heading back to Boston from somewhere, I always set my status as “Shipping up to Boston.” But I guess that could be impossible if you were shipping back from outer space.
So this kind, Justin Down, from my school (Northeastern University) is heading up there. To outer-fucking-space.
Would it be wrong to say I feel the need to have sex with him? Considering this man attends my university and isn’t yet an astronaut gives me a considerable chance to actually bone an astronaut. It’s just one of those things that you aspire to do but then realize you never could. Well I can. Challenge accepted.