Wednesday
"I drink ethanol. You don't drink ethanol." -Dr. Rosemary Zaragoza, 05/21/2004
It's like raisens were meant to be eaten with chopsticks. My notes from the past couple days:
This year I have become a fascist, a vegan, and finally understood both nihilism and asceticism.
There are obscene amounts of booze in the classics lounge fridge.
Try googling for 'sneak into BSLC' sometime. You'll get relevant results.
I want to be the first up against the wall when the revolution comes. Just another way fascism serves my needs.
Bio now officially equals screwed.
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Highlights of googlizing 'raised by wolves':
Haha, I'll figure out highlights for 'Ian' later. Paul, if you read this, may I recommend googlizing 'Dsone'.
So I set out to have an adventure today. I had my full adventure kit: flashlight, twine, pocketknife, clean pair of underwear. I did not, however, have getting-dirty clothes, waterproof shoes, or a place to put my backpack.
Or a 'to be opened in the event of my death or disappearance' letter.
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