Finals are upon us collegiate folk, and that inevitably means one thing: procrastination. And not just any procrastination—I’m talking desperate, frenzied time-wasting, seriously next-level pointlessness. In my case, this means hours spent on tattoo blogs—specifically fuckyeahtattoos.com— because chortling at the awful decisions of others makes me feel better about, say, my awful decision to put off starting a 20-page term paper until 11:27 p.m. the night before it’s due.
