Showing posts with label Connie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Connie. Show all posts

Friday, December 4, 2009

There's still puke in our sink

It smells like ass in there. Where's Connie? I'm not cleaning it up.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Vindication, motherfuckers

Not that I've been checking scores, but Yale just lost in the fourth quarter. Suck it, assholes! Eat my poop!

I've been abandoned

Bert, Lili, and Connie are all in New Haven watching the Harvard-Yale Game. Ugh. Who watches sports when the Denver Nuggets aren't involved? I hope Yale loses in the fourth quarter. That'll teach them for not inviting me to come along. Not that I would, because, again, who watches sports when the Denver Nuggets aren't involved?

Thursday, November 5, 2009

More like video LAME

I'm sad. Bert and Milo and Dan keep hanging out and playing video games. First it was HoN, then MarioKart, and now Smash. They know how bad I am at video games! Ugh, even Connie's better than I am. I bet Genevieve and Lili would be, too, if they ever tried. I hope they don't. I can't be the worst.

Anyway, today they were playing for so long that I ended up doing my econ homework -- the entire problem set! Can you believe it? Then I got tired and fell asleep on the table. Don't get me wrong; I love playing video games. I was even the one who bought our N64. But being bad at stuff sucks.

I'm so cute! I'm dreaming of the Super Smash Bros. Eating my ass.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Turning over a new leaf

Okay, I feel a little bad about how much of the suite's mess is my fault these days (about 90% of it). I just started noticing the trash everywhere this past week, probably because Connie hasn't been home to clean it up. Anyway, I've decided to help by picking up a few of my things and maybe vacuuming a couple easily-accessible patches of carpet. Updates to follow.