I wanted to come home and write funny, witty remarks about things that happened today. I wanted to write deep meaningful, insightful thoughts about interesting subjects. Instead, I'm just going to tell a really tasteless joke and comment on Blaise's note.

How do you know you're at a homosexual BBQ? The hot dogs taste like shit.

Now, my dear Blaise...

See now, that comment was just mean and uncalled for and makes me want to go on a feminist rant about weight and body image and self esteem and a bunch of other stuff. Except it would take too much effort, and I'm not really in the mood. So I'll just stick my tongue out at you. :P Course, what would I expect from the guy who found the fat person chasing the sandwich funny? Heh. :}

This was regarding my comment in the last entry. Now, I was actually hoping you'd go on one of those feminist rants, they are oh so endearing! Why else did you think I'd prod you so? Well, other then the statement being frighteningly true (Paul can back me up). And if you remember Blaise, I didn't find the fat person chasing the sandwich particularly amusing, what I found amusing was that you were so insulted, you actually complained to the faculty about it. That was the amusing part :).

Someone walked up to the bar today, picked up a bar chair, and walked out of the casino with it. It was the oddest thing. We just stood there watching, in some sort of paralyzed disbelief.

Okay for some reason I'm exceedingly weary, so I shall retire for the evening.

Inies and Outies,

-G