ll player who I know for a fact always defaces our womyn’s center posters。 Should I stage an intervention？
—stilllove
a： Dear Still Love；
I’m sorry to hear about your romantic woes； but if your ex is just a bug to you； then maybe she wasn’t worth it to begin with。 Instead of postering for the womyn’s center； post a personal ad。 Who knows what will happen！
—GG
q： Dear Gossip Girl；
There’s a guy in my poetry class who’s that tortured； soulful type—the kind of guy who’s too busy being an artist to even think about things like food。 I’ve only seen him ingest instant coffee and cigarettes； which I think is cute； but my suitemates find creepy。 What do you think？
—hotforsoulful
a： Dear HFS；
Sounds like this particular soul may be in mourning for a muse。 My advice： Tortured artists rarely make stable partners。 Instead； find a happy…go…lucky munications major and read poetry to each other。
—GG
ready； set； go… again
One of the best things about being in school is the opportunity to have two fresh starts a year。 There’s September； with the new housing assignments； new books； and new professors； it’s the start of the academic year。 But January 1 is a golden do…over opportunity。 And some of us just might need a do…over。 Here’s to second chances。
You know you love me；
gossip girl
you never can say goodbye
“You okay； son？” Captain Archibald placed a firm hand on Nate’s shoulder outside All Souls Church on Lexington Avenue。 Around them； patrons were spilling out of the church onto the cold stone steps。 White lilies were set up around the entrance of the church as if for a celebration； not a funeral。
“I’m fine；” Nate muttered； though he was anything but fine。 His Br