i love these.

best.

favorite ad vs. reality ever. gets me every time.

sorry.

i've been spotty lately on posting, i know. sorry. it's my fault. or perhaps that of the chill or the lonely ceramic pig that eyes me down while i type. or maybe the music talking my brain out of moving. i haven't been writing as much, but i'm still collecting pictures. i'll try to at least post some pics when i'm on the lazy side.

also, lacrosse boys talking about "this writer whitman and 19th century shit" in the dining hall. proof that even jocks read.

reason to read credits.

always sunny in philadelphia names in the credits:
tyree dingle, keith orefice, lyndsey gayer, and eric budlong

wonderful.

musings on coupling.

some words for the wise:
"couples that dread lock together stay together"

also, loud freshmen doin' it upstairs makes for unsettling dreams.

b-room.

shit i find in the cubbies in our gender-neutral bathroom:
- a neurobiology textbook
- a bottle of german wine
- an ornamental wreath
- a dehumidifier
- toilets

strange stuff.

crapbrella.

rainy days are unfortunate here at liberal arts college. puddles morph into ponds which morph into lakes, until sad wet students find themselves paying a toll to be ferried to the library. the trees sit in their pools of blood, sad yellow leaves torn from their branches. it's generally miserable. but for me? it's even worse. my umbrella hates me. today par example, it opened taking a chunk of my finger with it. it then conspired with the wind in order to whack me in the head. it also entirely failed in its less than sincere endeavor to keep me dry.

in other news, warm showers make everything a little better. so do slippers.