lately my life has been miserable and pathetic and i hate macalester more than ever before, but let's instead focus on the sexy fridge:

DUDE, I KNOW, RIGHT? red is totally the shit. i jokingly suggested she should be a sexy appliance for halloween (a la kai) but she took it way, way beyond my wildest dreams, upsizing from whatever marginally smaller appliance to the motherlode of them all, the refrigerator. since then she has generated a massive storm of commentary in the blogosphere (this blog post is itself an effort to get listed on google blogsearch, which will probably fail because of my unconventional blog stylings -- fuuuuck that!), and i couldn't be prouder. red and i are dear, intimate friends (she was with me when i feared my life was in danger of death by orb, and one time she totally cried when i fell off a ropeswing in a dry creekbed) and although i would never be a sexy anything for halloween (my indiana jones costume could have easily become sexy indiana jones, but that would have just made it lara croft, tomb raider) i'm glad my suggestions/genius fucking ideas are not in vain. tip of the hat to you, red.

bruce springsteen was awesome, not quite as good as my out of control praise-the-lord post made him out to be, but "badlands" was my shit and peter and i saw this awesome old lady on the bus and sometime if you come find me i'll draw you a picture of her sweatshirt. the e street band is really old and the big man can't stand up so well anymore, but bruce still fucking rules.

i have nothing more to say to the internet, though i would like to talk to you over a game of chess (you provide the chess set, and i promise victory for you -- i'm really, really bad). i have been jamming out so fucking hard to carrier's heart and arms lately -- shit rules. life kinda sucks a fat one, though.