to the tune of: Wherever You Will Go by The Calling
Our government in action:
Yes, the door at the Post Office has now been "out of order" for weeks now. It's been gathering its own sort of cult following that one day I deemed worthy of recording for posterity.
At around midnight I got a random IM invitation to karaoke. IGs in the morning? Bah! I was...practicing my Japanese, yeah, that's it...
Enlightenment is for historical eras and Buddha. Not for Jamba Juice smoothies. Remember that. They go in the same category with diet Snapple--so much healthier than those regular, ah, fruit smoothies... but so much less tasty.
Really, how many times a day can one man smoke pot? The guy down the hall filled the floor with that peculiarly nauseating scent twice in the span of 3 hours Friday night, and is at it again right now. I have this ideal vision of Rains as a place where I don't have to share a bathroom with any potheads (of which there's an 80% chance) or have pot blowin' in the wind to my window (of which I have no idea).
Speaking of Rains (and not of pot), I shall be RCCing there after all. Theoretically we should be able to reunite my draw group in a Rains 4-bedroom apartment for a fun-filled summer and chill fifth year. Apparently enough people on the alternates list failed to respond within their convenient three-hour windows (or were frightened away by the recent spate of viruses) that they came crawling back to me. I suppose I should feel honored. Instead I just feel gullible.
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