Friday, March 11, 2005

Golly, spring break has lowered my daily hit count. Just goes to show me how many of my readers come from Wash U. No matter. I'll write my bullshit comme d'habitude.

So, after a number of peaceful days lurking about the desolate campus, Alan took me back to his home country - Chicago. I've spent the last 2 days or so mucking about Chez Pappalardo getting to know the lovely human beings that reared him and Buster, the family parrot.

Yesterday, Alan and I dug through his closet to see what treasures lay within. A few discoveries were worth taking back to school:
- toy handcuffs (sturdy)
- silly putty (old-skool)
- koosh ball (squidly)
- stack o' Maxim magazines (babe-o-licious)
- snork pen (SNORK)

There were a LOT of untouched Maxims around. Tons. It turns out that Alan actually has a subscription (although he didn't ask for it) and it just keeps arriving in the mailbox of his old house. Alan is probably the first man in history to say to his lady love: "Sweety, would you please put down the Maxim and help me with these boxes?" And the second man. And the sixth. I'm so bad around centerfolds . . .

Later, the Italian Stallion and I watched Harold and Kumar Go To Whitecastle. There's a four month old poster for the DVD release in Malinkrodt that has been taunting us for AGES. So we finally saw it. And it was awsome. I highly recomend it to anyone who enjoys stoner/slacker comedies. Good stuff.

Chinese food ensued. Apparently I'm very sociable and entertaining. In bed.

Don't give me that look, you know about the fortune cookie game.

The rest of the night wasn't so hot, because I had a paper due at noon today. In fact, it's still due. In fact, it's still not done. In fact, I still haven't slept.

Shit. Gotta run. Motherfuckingbuttlebuggerlimpnicock. I hate papers.

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