Dance Baby!

My girlfriend gave me Dance Dance Revolution for Christmas. Once upon a time I thought this was a stupid game, and then I tried it, and it rocks. It's a blast. If she finds out I posted this picture she may very well kill me. Merry Christmas!!!

in other news...

my sister's got this boyfrind named Jim.

Ain't karma a bitch.

This just in...

I just heard the following on the news: "observers of the plane said they didn't see anything unusual until the wing fell off." They then were kind enough to point out that the plane crash was actually a result of the wing falling off.

Fucking brilliant. Gotta love the evening news.

What's up with ya'll?

Christmas Time

I'm finally done with this quarter from hell, and christmas is rolling up right around the corner. There's one thing that I keep thinking about today though. Tyrona is probably on his was to spend five months in Hawaii as we speak. With a bunch of undergrad coeds. I hate him so much.

BOO yah bitches

you are all pussies. remember that time I cut open my leg on a cinder block, and when i cut off the tip of my finger chopping parsely... and how i was always touching fire, when i had no business or reason to...

well turns out

"...redheads can withstand up to 25 percent more pain than their blond and brunet peers..."

Pizza Aroma

Today Liz and I have been studying since noon or so at the Tompkins County Public Library down on Green Street. I suggested Olin or Uris, but she said that I wouldn't be getting anything done because I'd be too distracted by undergraduate boobs. I said that I wouldn't be distracted if she just showed me hers occasionally while we were studying.

I think you know who won that little clash of logic and differing world-views. Alas, I am here at the TCPL, not a nubile nipple in sight. And the few illicit note passings over to the lovely Liz sitting across from me at this faux pine and formica table have gone over, shall we say, poorly. "Let's go do it in the reference section" just didn't get her as hot as it apparently did me. Neither did "Let's go do it by the Hardy Boys collection," although, I suppose that could be for a different reason. Come on, who doesn't like old world almanacs and exciting adventures to be had by teenage boys solving benign mysteries. More to the point, who doesn't like sex.

Anyway, after several failed attempts at the "Geez, babe, I'm just kidding...why, do you want to?...oh come on, don't get mad at me, i was really just kidding... I mean, making out wouldn't really be that weir--. come on, wait come back here, seriously, i'm just messing around" talk, I decided we should just go get some pizza at Pizza Aroma across the street.

Two things, well three really: One. Pizza Aroma now delivers. I'm pretty sure they used to not deliver, which was bull shit, but now they do, which is also bull shit because I don't live here. Two. Pizza Aroma continues to be, despite its recent promotion on my list of things that are bullshit (a competitive list mind you), god damn delicious. Three. There was a sign saying "Driver's wanted" in the window. I have come to the brilliant conclusion that this job is Mr. Atkins's calling.


well. i am done.

adieu. Dad.