Someone please tell my roomate that he looks absolutely disgusting in just boxers (which are strangely shorter than normal boxers...)

10 more days.

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That's right. Summer. 4 1/2 months of nothing to do except work 40 hours a week at Target. Seriously, that's all I'll be doing. The reason I'm writing this entry is simple:

I need something to accomplish. It can be anything, but I need something. Any suggestions? The winner(s) will receive the satisfaction of knowing I did their thing, whatever it ( Read more... )

My sheets feel great.

1. "The Tempest" is a better play than I thought it would be ( Read more... )

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And it's going to list all the reasons my roomate is a complete and utter loser. Here's the first two chapters:

Reason #1:
He uses a loofah.

Yea, a loofah.

In the shower?

In the shower.

You're kidding, right?


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I think the turtle had it right all along. You may think that the rabbit had the right idea, but suffered from poor execution.

No, my friends. It was the turtle who had the right idea.

And it's been a cat ever since it walked up to your feet. You have no qualms with it being a cat. In fact, you love the cat. You love everything about the cat ( Read more... )

I went out to lunch with my friend Michael last week. It was a winghouse back in Jacksonville (think Hooters) and it was a Tuesday afternoon. The waitresses weren't very busy, so I decided to try a little sociological experiment I had been thinking about that day ( Read more... )