A Number Of Unrelated Reflections
From A Bathroom In Rolfe Hall, 08/17/05:
How exactly does one's forceful stream of urine manage to splash urinal water into his own goddamn eye? I can't be sure of the exact logistics, but it happened. Postscript: I bet a lot of you find that revoltingly disgusting. Hah hah. I'm classy.
From Another Bathroom In Ackerman, 08/17/05:
One of those anarchy symbols (The capital A with a circle around it, you know.) is scrawled in black Sharpie over the toilet paper. Can imagine some mohawk'd (What? Kids aren't doing that anymore? God damn you anyway, Ashton Kutcher!) dude dressed all in black scribbling it while making a deposit. Oh yeah, brother. That's real hardcore. Show The Establishment just how fucked-up useless it is... by getting an education at an institute of Higher Learning. Go back to OC, O tormented soul.
From An Automotive Repair Shop Owned By Family Friends, 08/20/05:
HOW THE FUCK DID I BREAK MY MUFFLER INTO TWO SEPARATE PIECES? JESUS. Addendum: Sorry Alex, my car no longer growls like a riced-out Honda.
From The Respective Living Rooms Of Two Chinese Families, 08/20/05:
These people paying me to talk to their sons about UC Application Personal Statement Essays?! Correction: The$e people are paying me to talk to their $on$ about UC Application Per$onal $tatement E$$ay$!!
From The Warm Glow Of My Parents' Television As I Fold Laundry, 08/20/05:
OMG. OMG. COMMANDER ADAMA HAD BETTER NOT FUCKING BE A CYLON. Oh Jesus, sweet Jesus, please no. Please. Also, Missy Elliott's new music video is cool. Why doesn't that sentence make me feel dirty? And did I miss the memo where Papa Roach decided they weren't dark and tortured anymore? And decided to write bittersweet lovesongs? And is that the Doritos Girl in the video? Goddamn, maybe I shouldn't get cable at the apartment.
How exactly does one's forceful stream of urine manage to splash urinal water into his own goddamn eye? I can't be sure of the exact logistics, but it happened. Postscript: I bet a lot of you find that revoltingly disgusting. Hah hah. I'm classy.
From Another Bathroom In Ackerman, 08/17/05:
One of those anarchy symbols (The capital A with a circle around it, you know.) is scrawled in black Sharpie over the toilet paper. Can imagine some mohawk'd (What? Kids aren't doing that anymore? God damn you anyway, Ashton Kutcher!) dude dressed all in black scribbling it while making a deposit. Oh yeah, brother. That's real hardcore. Show The Establishment just how fucked-up useless it is... by getting an education at an institute of Higher Learning. Go back to OC, O tormented soul.
From An Automotive Repair Shop Owned By Family Friends, 08/20/05:
HOW THE FUCK DID I BREAK MY MUFFLER INTO TWO SEPARATE PIECES? JESUS. Addendum: Sorry Alex, my car no longer growls like a riced-out Honda.
From The Respective Living Rooms Of Two Chinese Families, 08/20/05:
These people paying me to talk to their sons about UC Application Personal Statement Essays?! Correction: The$e people are paying me to talk to their $on$ about UC Application Per$onal $tatement E$$ay$!!
From The Warm Glow Of My Parents' Television As I Fold Laundry, 08/20/05:
OMG. OMG. COMMANDER ADAMA HAD BETTER NOT FUCKING BE A CYLON. Oh Jesus, sweet Jesus, please no. Please. Also, Missy Elliott's new music video is cool. Why doesn't that sentence make me feel dirty? And did I miss the memo where Papa Roach decided they weren't dark and tortured anymore? And decided to write bittersweet lovesongs? And is that the Doritos Girl in the video? Goddamn, maybe I shouldn't get cable at the apartment.
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