Today’s forcast: Blue skies all around me.

I was sitting in the school’s premiere dining establishment today (don’t let the word premiere fool you, it still sucks) when I noticed one of the employees pick up a condom (unused and still in the wrapper) off the floor and try to hand it to a girl who happened to be sitting nearby. She…

Holy shit! This explains =EVERYTHING=. Mirror.

Kleenex is spelled with a ‘K’ you half-wit. Today’s forcast: Storm warning.

Wow. I was just on the phone with Galen. He says things like, “outta sight” and “peace.”

I have come to realize that I have been given two second chances at the same time. As wonderful as this seems, all I can manage to think is, “the only second chance you get is the chance to make the same mistake twice.”

Here at Eastern Washington University they have what’s called the Snow Line. The Snow Line is the official number to call to find out the status of classes at Eastern. The phone number for the Snow Line is (very aptly) 359-SNOW (that’s 359-7669). My phone number, on the other hand is 359-7609 (SN -n/a- W).…

I must repeat to myself: “Misery is an option.” “Misery is an option.” “Misery is an option.” Right. Now, I’m going to go out there and be miserable.

Mmm… Cheese in a can…

There’s nothing better than holding a warm, beautiful, comfortable woman in your arms and gently kissing and caressing her. Chicks rule.