Monday, January 28, 2008

Dick, Dick, Dick

Uhhhhhhh so. Uh, so I was following, a little, this story about these frat boys at Yale who went and stood outside the Women's Center w. the "We Love Yale Sluts" sign. I follow bc some of my best friends are Yale sluts and also bc this guy who is pissing me off now who is just someone I see in the hall sometimes at PSFP was a Yale undergrad and I secretly hope that every time I look at the photo, somehow it was taken four years ago, and omg there he is haha lawsuit SUCKER.

Buuuuut so. So this one gal was saying she was walking in the area the night of the fateful sign-holding, and she heard a group of men chanting "DICK, DICK, DICK," and she got scared and went the other way, which is probs for the best, but annnnyway. All these people are leaping to the frat's defense saying:

1)There was no chanting, the employees at Durfee's heard nothing.
2)Even if there was chanting, the bros were probably chanting the name of another frat, DKE (I assume that's Delta Kappa Epsilon), in a lighthearted boyish attempt to pin it on that same frat which I jut Wikapediaed and oh my god if you need motivation to stab your face off, that's it.

Anyway, is that not the funniest thing ever? All I can imagine is these yobs patting themselves on the back and being all, "we really got them, hahaha! DKE!"

Friday, October 26, 2007

the reason all my titles are the same as my bodies is bc i am writing all this in quicksilver, which then my friend saw me doing it and she was like if you had a civic i bet it would have a sweet spoiler and WHATEVER, I DON'T DRIVE.

the reason all my titles are the same as my bodies is bc i am writing
all this in quicksilver, which then my friend saw me doing it and she
was like if you had a civic i bet it would have a sweet spoiler and
WHATEVER, I DON'T DRIVE.

rusty. do you still check this? if so we should start our scripts here. or in google docs. i will be our it person. see, i just did it.

rusty. do you still check this? if so we should start our scripts
here. or in google docs. i will be our it person. see, i just did it.

PERISH OR PERISH. is it right that i have anxiety about publishing in the first year of PSFP? yes. no.

PERISH OR PERISH. is it right that i have anxiety about publishing
in the first year of PSFP? yes. no.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Finally my wife got eaten by sharks:
a movie by sharks, for sharks.

Monday, September 17, 2007

oh grumbledy old lady grumbling more

Ok. Ok. Admit! <a href="http://jezebel.com/gossip/hells-bells/does-getting-married-turn-you-into-a-selfish-bitch-300559.php ">I spend. Less time. With my friends. Than I did when. I was not married.</a>  Even if you are the most friend-seeing person in the whole world, this will happen because um, there is a certain amount of time you have?  to spend? on anything? and so when you are spending time on married stuff...? I guess you could spend time with your marriageperson and your friends together a lot, but then you do not have refuge from anything, and plus what if he is a grump and you are the only person he likes in the universe?

Anyway, though, I am probably the classic got-in-serious-relationship-checked-out-of-social-liffesors case. I mean, the people I no longer see, I count in the thousands.  Like around the third or fourth thousand.  AND THIS IS BECAUSE WHAT A LOT MY FRIENDS LIKED TO DO WAS ONLY GO AND MAKE OUT WITH PEOPLE.  And as much fun as it is to sit around and watch people decide who to make out with, I mean, a) it is called "wingman" and not "main interesting role" for a reason, yes? and b) as pure as me and my intentions are, it is not like, an A+ for the dynamic of a marriage which prioritizes the sessual fidelity for one partner to be existing in large part in a big cashze -sex soup. 

So basically, if I had not had so many sexy friends, I would not have been out there in the same way and probs would not have met and married Haz(z)ard, but then once I did, I could not be useful to my sexy friends or have a lot of fun stuff to do with them.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Epistles at dawn

Dear Violet,

totally possible this is just a manic episode, but I think I'm ready to be a famous blogger.

How's that sound?