Today, in 2 hours, we're having a 9/11 Snackfest on our roof. There will be twin towers of celery, on a bed of peanut-butter-Ground-Zero. There will be bowls of rubble-corn-chips, to dip in festering post-9/11 quagmire that is salsa. And the drinks, Terrorism Lemonade, will be the lies and deception that our goverment fed to us in the afermath: ( Read more... )

This is the saddest thing ever ( Read more... )

There are less than five hours until my last class of the semester. Twelve hours until the holiday party. Sixty-three hours until Nightmare Before Christmas. And Eighty-four until I go home ( Read more... )

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I'm sorry I didn't log the road trip. Too much. Fun!!

Read our log book. All I can say is that we transported across country with such tomfoolery that we almost came out noicibly toasted. [insert hundreds more inside-road-trip-jokes here]

But I love all of you who may perhaps be reading this. Love and Miss!!

Bonjour, voulez-vous être mon ami de tous les amis? Friends only, but perhaps we could grow on each other.

Send me a comment, s'il vous plaît!

with all my love and affection,

Tory