September 2009
8 posts
“because I who had learned nothing of love, not even parents’ love—that...”
– Absalom, Absalom!
“I don’t know why the caged bird sings! OK! Dammit Maya Angelou I just...”
– Orlando
My Birthday:
My Plans: Go to Thalassa, drink a bit, work my way up to Manny’s, finish the night nicely and still be able to walk home.
What Actually Happened: Go to Thalassa. Die.
It was pretty epic. And I enjoyed it so much. And I apparently have an absolutely hilarious laugh when I’m drunk off my ass. Everyone compared it to Mozart’s laugh in the movie Amadeus. Which I am SO happy with....
“uhhh….. trrrraaaaaamp ba-STAMP!”
– Orlando, on the recent news of our friend receiving a full-back tattoo.
I Get It
You’re fat, I get it. I can see it. It’s there. You’ve clearly moved into that “I’m comfortable being fat” stage, which is good, because self-acceptance is important.
But why is it that every conversation must revolve around food?
Why does the sheer concept of ice cream going bad spin your head around for days? Ice cream can’t go bad? Is that actually...
“Yeah man, she hella hates! What the fuck did I do!?”
– Patrick Loi
Cool
OJ: I don't know how someone can be so cool. Sometimes I feel like I just can't hang out with her cause I'm not cool enough.
David: Tell me about it! I actually feel pushed into being half as cool as her.
OJ: It's so weird though, because she's such a nerd. She just sells it well.
Danielle: Do you try really hard to be cool David?
David: I bought a banjo! I'm pretty devoted!
