Get Off Your Lazy Butt and Run (Like Mike!)

Why hello there, beautiful people.

My dad's going to Nuevo Mexico this weekend. I'm laughing. And about Amy Tan - I think she's dumb. I don't have anything to say about her.

Jonathan just said, "But look at the pencils!" Plaintively.

"BYAH!" he says.

I'm voting for the guy, no...the presidential candidate, what's his name? Stephen Colbert? He's not even running. Yes he is, in South Carolina. w00t. Rudy! That's who it is!

I'm so horribly unproductive, you can't even tell.

And college beards apparently don't count. Nick's OK with that, because he'll be out of college before he can grow one.

Jonathan has made everything in this room go to pot by his very presence.

No, not Rudy! Huckabee! I told you it was a double name, like 'Huckabee.' You know, the guy who used to be fat, but now he isn't. Running'll do that to ya.

El Fin.

Coversational Addendum:
Jonathan: I can't believe your mom would buy you 115 dollar pair of jeans.
Nick: My mom loves me.

News flash:
Jonathan's parents do not love him because they make him purchase his own denim.

Everything in Moderation

Friends. Get ready. Next year, in lieu of having to sell myself on Franklin to pay for housing, Jonathan, Jonathan, and I will be purchasing a trailer home and hitching it up to Jonathan's grotsky red Honda and hauling that junk up to the top floor of Cobb deck - putting that sucker in park - and residing there for our final, triumphant year at this God-forsaken University. And yes, we WILL have the hookah bubblin' TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN. Also, while I am having a lesbian relationship with Abby Farson after I don't get married, J. Hecht will be having on-again-off-again love triangle with Fillet-o-Fish and Jonathan Clements.

Andrew Fletcher desperately needs a point of balance. Or alcohol. Or weed. Or both. Either are okay in moderation.

By the way, I am going to Mexico. Keep me in your prayers.

Also, I have a new best friend. His name is Rodrigo. And yes, he IS a meth addicted clown.

Good night, friends.

P.S. - Orgies and soccer practice are not mutually exclusive activities.

P.S.S. - While everyone has their panties in a bunch over tuition, I am worrying about how to make every building over 8 stories a-okay for alcohol. I don't know how this is going to affect my future life in Cobb Deck, but that's something I'll figure out another day.

A Boy Named Goo

I've forgotten how good the Goo Goo Dolls are. In fact, I love them. Seriously, 90s music is pretty beast.

I also just got Ruckus back. No need to congratulate me--

Overheard in 231 Winston, on cussing:

K-I just don't think it's okay.
C-It is okay.
K-It's NOT okay.

C-...It might be. *grin*

Do you like sloths?