ctbturpie: i am on vacation ( Read more... )

ctbturpie: "Hey, Bridget, it's your friend Vestpocet. I'm leaving my neighborhood, it's 4 in the morning. Just calling to see how you are in Michigan or Detroit or wherever the fuck you are. Anyway, feel free to give me a call, my number is [fghj ( Read more... )

vestpocet: (today at community service)
Black kid: "Come on let's go holla at that 'rican."
Community Service Officer: "Hey, first, why don't you go holla at those trash bags?"
ctbturpie): haha.

vestpocet : let's give each other tattoos.
ctbturpie : okay.
vestpocet : i want to give you raccoon eyes.

vestpocet : The clerk at our cafeteria tried to add "He's a growing boy!" to an exchange about the volume of food I am known to purchase. She fumbled for a good 10 seconds over whether to too call me "boy" or "man" and finally settled on "guy."
ctbturpie : haha.

Last night ( Read more... )

Friday -- drunken gathering at Knight's Bar with the northeast lesbain crew ( Read more... )

Friday started out innocent enough. I went out with Joe, Sean, and Chet with the intent to see Sarah & her band Cheese on Bread at the Manhattan Grille. We decided to hit Eulogy first. They offer over six hundred selections of the best beers from all over the globe. After the charm of foreign beer wore off, the atmosphere became intolerable ( Read more... )

Two days later, and after three panel interviews, including one with the CTO, I was offered a job at DOUBLE my current salary. Jesus. I should just buy my house from my family.

Lynch left the room for a second. I laid back on the couch, dizzy from booze. Carly sat down next to me, paused, and just leaned over and did it. I was too drunk to realize what it was at first. As the reality of what had happened slowly began to sink in, Lynch returned and we all went on as if nothing had happened ( Read more... )