so btw my birthday is on saturday…which also happens to be homecoming, so it should be both wild AND crazy…in an effort to thrust myself back into the rhythm of posting i may do some kind of sportsguy-style journal/picture log throughout the day as it should be a fun time

just giving yall a heads up to let u know we’re gonna be posting more regularly around here



today i was reacquainted with one of the most puzzling and uncomfortable marvels of the human body, relief of which has thus far proven a fruitless effort by modern science. the rare gastrointestinal dichotomy of the hungry deuce…youre feeling the effects of not eating breakfast 5 hours ago, but you also know a formidable encounter with the porcelain throne is one the way, so youre caught in this strange state of trying to keep part of your body relaxed, while keeping other *ahem* closely related parts clenched in defensive position…finally you are out of class…but what to do first? i suppose the obvious answer is to clean the pipes, you cant very well enjoy your meal otherwise, but while it is the only option, its no walk in the park…the inherent problem is theres nothing in the stomach, moving the natural flow along…you’re working with nothing but voluntary intestinal peristalsis here folks, and that isnt the more luxurious manner of business most of us have become accustom to…the result is often an sloppy, laborous, and drawn-out debachle that is wholly unsatisfying…good thing you’ve got an order of chili cheese nachos and a buffalo chicken sandwhich to help things move along smoother next time.

-le coach

don’t you go dyin on me

-du ken


crazy folks



this is nice

-compliments of brazilian dani

-the jones

Auto response from CAROL290 (3:08:41 PM):

dear bulemic girl down the hall,

you are stupid. go to the gym. dont puke. it makes my bathroom gross.


skinny girl who manages to stay that way while simultaneously being healthy (its a beautiful thing. you should try it. do it, do it)


so today on my plane trip back to school i committed one of the most faux of all pauxs…in fact it was so off putting that i had to ask a college professor what word to use to describe it to you…so i fell asleep, as i tend to do, and for whatever reason found myself dreaming that my mouth was bleeding…so im dreaming that im spitting all this blood out over and over…eventually i awoke to find my chin, neck, chest and stomach completely covered in drool to the point that i was cold due to my wet shirt…it was pretty gross and if i hadnt fallen back to sleep immediately, i would have probably been pretty embarrassed