2007-10-06
sorry for the confusion
Oh, hey diary. Sorry I've been ignoring you, but I thought if I neglected you for a few days maybe I could starve off those extra twenty pounds you've been carrying around since you were sixteen. But then I remembered that that's not you diary, it's me. I apologize for the confusion!
Last night: dinner from Uno. A couple of parties. Drunk mad libs with some guys who had the largest vocabulary of slang words for genitalia that I could have imagined to be possible. Time-out for a photoshoot on the Kohl Center lawn. Wore black and white to a pink party and was duly informed I could stay only if I agreed to play "dirty" Jenga. Conceded. Came home. Watched the low-budget porn channel** with roommates. Bed.
Now work. Then Halloween costume shopping. Then library for the rest of the day or, quite likely, the rest of my life.
**Since the cable company we subscribe to sucked so hard at getting out here to set up our service, they gave us a couple of months of movie channels for free. One of those is a porn channel. Too bad it features, as my connessieur roommate observed, "the lamest porn I have ever seen."
zebrasaur at 8:12 a.m.
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