tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89260755078292006192011-04-21T15:48:49.727-07:00Life after we graduated.Rachael Bogerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900678213060467594noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926075507829200619.post-86205416697801393342008-04-01T16:39:00.000-07:002008-04-01T16:57:23.070-07:00I just graduated, and I have one key question: Anne Bancroft, where are you?<br /> She'll never answer me, I know it. I'll never get that bourbon in a hotel bar. But can you really disagree that an affair with Anne wouldn't cure you of all those emotional pitfalls that even the most successful, trust-funded of us experience after graduation? Think of the sass! Or the tan lines!<br /> Anne Bancroft never showed. So, instead I would like to announce this as a community for the recently or not-so-recently graduated to post advice, anecdotes or really anything about their post-collegiate affairs. If you can't drip your ongoing existentialist crisis down an old, though sexy ,bared shoulder, then do it here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926075507829200619-8620541669780139334?l=annebancroftnevershowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachael Bogerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900678213060467594noreply@blogger.com1