“Vote Hillary, because a deaf god ignores our pleas.”

Doing anything to win won’t.

There is a bijective isomorphism between my college life and my Away Messages.

I think I might be so unstressed I’m not sleeping well.

Sociopaths usually are more decent liars than this.

After hiatus, doubled in the SI, although my best entry did got regretfully edited to be less cryptic. Though I had a lot of rejecteds which nevertheless quite amused me.

$0$ + I See Debt, People = $.06
MARC Train + Fast Listening = Lent Me Your Ears
The Scarlet Pimp + Letter of the Law = Red E Whore Not
Bugs Stops Here + Hamburger Hamlet = Fuddruckers
Oh, He's Only 71 + There Will Be Bud = Older And Weiser
Lucky Human's Foot + Best in Shoe = Cinderella
Perm und Drang + Who Framed Roger = Bad Hare Day
What Goes Around + Cut and Run = Belt Buckle
Acid Trip + AZ the World Turns = pHoenix
Samuel Longhorn + Text Mex = Samuel TildeN
Bullshirt + Hits the Fan = 3ShirtsToTheWind
Tyger Tyger + $0$ = Fearful Symmetry
Potter's Weal + There Will Be Bud = Medicinal Use Only
Hoss's Ass + ReplyHazy TryAgain = Behind The 8 Ball
Ponderosé + Pants on Fire = Peterosé

Comedic drama has many words to describe its various forms: farce, parody, sketch, etc. But there is no variety to identify a nuance of tragedy, no diminutive term to denote a slight one. Therefore, if one comes across what might be a little bit of such, it is best to not stare too closely, to circle around warily, to signal an assassin, and- like the Cardinals defeating the Astros 3-2 in unfortunately just over 2 hours- to overcome it swiftly, decisively, and victoriously.

I was intending to commit mail fraud, but it turns out I was stealing something intended for me, which, having the wrong name and address, got misdelivered.

The reason to have someone exist is so that I can IM them to say, Be more like me!

Pending.

[Bowling tonight?]

“Now is the winter of our discontent…”

Fires left burning, parties thrown yesteryear echoing out open lit windows, links to laughter heard once somewhere. Romanticized nostalgia, nostalgic romance. History, a vehicle in motion, in Park.

Day for Memorials, and I have so many here.

“…Made glorious summer…”

Old is new again.

[If anyone is seeing Indiana Jones 4, let me know.]

Maybe it’s because college is over, it’s not so hard any more.
Thai pizza has finally been eaten.

That's the worst kind of illogic. And I don't always disapprove of illogic.

I hate guessing what something might be; I’d rather guess what it mightn't.

I am using a lot of double+ negatives tonight.

“We were having a conversation about boobs, and you perk up at “peeing on my feet”.”
“I have a funny story about that! So, we were at the Olive Garden…”

The problem with cleaning things up is that they just get dirty again.
This is not a problem.

“Orange nipples do not help you escape predators.”

Well I Guess That's All Over With Now

[Tonight, 6pm, 6611 Wash Ave. Apt. 1S. If you’re in STL, show up. Cell if questions. There will be food; I’m thinking gnocchi?]

No baggage.

“Let’s play pretend / Let's act like it comes naturally…”

Well, that’s all over with.

“…Let’s go back to that…”

Okay, now what.

“…I’ll be so much better…”

“Universitas Washingtoniana
Sancti Ludovici
in Civitate Missouriensi
salutem omnibus has litteras lecturis quibus nos infrascripti,
morem exemplumque maiorum secuti
cum doctrinam adeptos tum ipsam doctrinam in comitiis sollemnibus honore augendi,
testamur nos ornavisse…”

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“…perfectis omnibus quae requiruntur probataque eruditione laudabili,
gradu atque titulo
Artium Baccalaurei
universali cum honore
eique concessisse omnia iura privilegia beneficia huic gradu pertinentia,
in cuius rei testimonio nos pro auctoritate nobis commissa hisce litteris Universitatis sigillo munitis
subscripsimus nomina nostra die XVI mensis Maii anno MMVIII.”

“I am done with college.”
I like to think of it as college is done with me.

Full circle.

Last meal
Pasta e fagioli
Gnocchi in tomato cream sauce
Leg of lamb
Softshell crab
Ricotta cheesecake

I was mingling to pick up an extra dessert and to help convince C[] to go over to the Chancellor’s table and tell him what he thought of the whole Phyllis Schlafly thing. He did…
“Excellent.”
…And I got a second cheesecake.