Hey all, Lindsy and I decided that we needed a townhouse blog.  I'm not sure how it will all go with contributing and all that but here's the url

desperatetownhouse.blogspot.com

My level of motivation for that final paper has hit a new low.  I decided that it'd be way better to tear my entire room apart in order to throw a bunch of crap away than to do necessary schoolwork.  I managed to make two bags of garbage and two bags of clothes to take to the Salvation Army.  Of course, my room doesn't look any better and in many ( Read more... )

Before I begin this story, a question.  Why do I want to see a movie "from the imagination of" Outkast?  Why is Andre 3000 dressed in 1930s clothing so intriguing?

Brownstown bar night.  Brownstown bar night.  Brownstown bar night.  We went to Slip Mahoney's or something on Fort street.  No drink specials, empty, odd selection of shitty music.  Even ( Read more... )

Today started out not amazing.  I took my grandma to her doctor's appointment which was hard.  It's difficult to watch her struggle through answering the doctor's questions especially when her answers are the wrong ones.  She knows that she's doing too much for my grandpa but we can't get her to stop or afford help.  I feel like she's not ( Read more... )

I'm sort of commuting for a few days.  Last night I came back to B-town to beat the heat.  Today I came back home because it was so humid that my computer won't turn on and a some little bugs were all around my bed in Ann Arbor.  I think that the problem is the standing water right outside my window and the hole in the window screen.  It's all ( Read more... )

Carlos Guillen hit for a cycle last night.  That's a big deal.  It made me wonder what kind of day I would have to have to feel like that.  Would I somehow solve all of the problems of American public education?  And meet the perfect bearded man?  And find out that I will never have to take another standardized test again?   And find an actual ( Read more... )

I don't care what Morgan Spurlock thinks, 42 oz of Wendy's iced tea is exactly what I need.

Baker?    Baker?    Baker?

I want to hear about your mom and Anna in Seattle.  And see more pictures of your charges.  Especially Elena.

Just when I was thinking that things couldn't get much weirder ( Read more... )

Yesterday morning I was watching tv with my mom and trying to finish paper 1 of 2 for the weekend.  My mom was flipping through all the Saturday morning shit tv and stopped on something with puppets singing.  All these little puppets (of different races) were singing about how they had two mothers who loved them.  My initial reaction was "oh how ( Read more... )