My arch-nemesis next door neighbor (Old Man Stencil) is moving out and selling his house.

My mom and I made someone take a picture of us high-fiving over the "For Sale" sign.

Today, Owen asked me (in all seriousness and sobriety), "What is a hamburger but a meat pancake?"

Remember the time Ben and I were drunk before sundown on a Monday?

Bats, beer, steaks, galore!

The higher points of my life can be summarized in a car speeding down Highway 71 with big sunglasses and a wifebeater and loud music and a pack of Marlboro Lights. Here's to the inner whitetrash in us all.

Camping trip was an A+, as Liss would say. Lots of beer, bros, music, and steaks. I hate to say it, but we were all channelling our inner frat boy yearning to be free.

Last night Liss, Arend, Owen, Graham, and some other folks stopped by to paint and make music and drink. Thursday nights get pretty busy down here on Academy Drive.

One time it was Kellyn's birthday so we got really trashed and went on an adventure. Also, one time we wanted to go to a strip club because fake tits and strip club fajitas sounded awesome.

Aaaanyway, there is so much beer in my fridge who wants to drink it with me?

Last night I honed in on my trophy wife skills and made mini raspberry-swirl cheesecakes in my nightgown.

Also the only thing that's looking up right now is the fact that I'm going to totally contradict everything I believe about pleasure and seeking pleasure and throw down $500.00 for a fucking SXSW ticket because it is time that I see Morrissey. Fuck it.

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