1.26.2003

we're friends, right? great..carry my baggage.

it's about 1:30 p.m. on a sunday..and i am awake and alert. there are so many things wrong with that statement.

so now that we are better acquainted (i'm assuming of course that you have read my last put-it-all-out-there-for-the-world-to-see post), i think it's high time that you become my shoulder. whether you like it or not i am going to be commenting on, obsessing about and venting anything and everything on my mind here several times a week. it's your choice to keep coming back to listen..but once you get a taste you'll be craving more (if that sounded at all raunchy it was probably intended that way). you're probably going to know things that my own mother is clueless about..and why wouldn't you? we've known each other for approximately 3.2 seconds. THAT..my nameless faceless confidante..is what i call a quality relationship.

this was the first official weekend back at the 'conn. since i'm the only out-of-stater in my crew, it was the first time i've been able to do some much needed catching up with some of my favorite people in the world. and what better way to that than over an obscene number of cocktails and recreational substances. ahhhhh the college life! whether it was the thought of classes that would be potentially ass-raping us throughout the semester or sketchball romantic interests that just weren't going the way we would have liked..after a few hours (even less for some..big ups to judy m!)..that was all forgotten. my good time was almost destroyed when some kid called me an insincere bitch because of a comment i made. i was about ready to put my fist through his face until i found out he was just a frosh. oh you..so much to learn..so little time to do it in before you get smacked upside your overly gel-styled head. needless to say..within minutes i was able to return to destroying my liver in peace.

after much careful consideration..i have concluded that it would not be a good idea for colombian supreme and i to be in charge of the future. we would have people doing some pretty fucked up shit purely for our amusement alone. possible ideas: making people really sit in their underwear during a presentation to put the speaker at ease instead of them just imagining it and having our text books shrunk down into microchips to be implanted into our brains..making the buy-back process quite similar to one of those slice-and-dicefests they broadcast on tlc. things that make ya go hmmmmmm..

in a related story..grab-ass is game that should go under olympic consideration. talk amongst yourselves.

..until next time,
lex

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