Wheee.
Every dish has officially been used. Our kitchen is a wreck. Nate and Alex continue to not clean it up. It is, once again, time for me and Rob to tag team it up. Whee. Also, I get to clean the bathroom, because it's getting filthy and I don't trust nobody to do a proper job.
Also, I've come to a couple conclusions: 1) Girls, when asleep, will always knock over/hog the covers. 2) I need to have a physical female presence in at least 70% of my daily life to keep me perky and happy. I don't know if it's pathetic or awesome that I'm considered the communal boy among my womanly compatriots wallowing in their own forms of disparate loneliness, but regardless, it makes me happy and warm and fuzzy.
Hmm. Me and
frappe will probably be compiling our book in the near future. So hooray for publishing and royalties that will never pay back the losses we'll take on this pretentious endeavor.
Anyway. That's it for now.
Also, I've come to a couple conclusions: 1) Girls, when asleep, will always knock over/hog the covers. 2) I need to have a physical female presence in at least 70% of my daily life to keep me perky and happy. I don't know if it's pathetic or awesome that I'm considered the communal boy among my womanly compatriots wallowing in their own forms of disparate loneliness, but regardless, it makes me happy and warm and fuzzy.
Hmm. Me and
frappe will probably be compiling our book in the near future. So hooray for publishing and royalties that will never pay back the losses we'll take on this pretentious endeavor.
Anyway. That's it for now.