C’mon Spring Break
Cake Woman and I leave for New York on Monday and will be back on the 18th. I’m super excited — so long as I can finish my effing homework before Friday at midnight.
Pony Pals
Now you know what to get me for my birthday!!!!! !! ! !! ! eleven.
No. I want MY OWN PONY, not a rented one.
Homina homina
Cake Woman took pictures of me pretending to drop a load on my bed. It almost wasn’t pretending. I took a few pictures of her because I don’t have enough pictures of her. Really. Several hundred are not enough.
Busy Doing Nothing
Aside from the bike stuff this weekend, I also spent quite a lot of time with Cake Woman. For those of you who don’t know, she’s not just beautiful and smart, she’s also funny and not afraid to kick my ass.
Clean and Lubed
Okay, I will admit it, I stopped riding my bike because of “cold weather asthma” that kicked in when the temperature got to like ten or fifteen degrees. It’s something that I had experienced before, but after biking home one night in late December I was out of breath for like four hours, and that was plenty of excuse for me to call off the biking for the winter. However, the weather is taking a turn for the warmer, and everywhere I go on campus I see the cool bikes of the hardcore winter riders taunting me, so I figured that it was time to get my bike ready for riding again.
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O Flower
For some reason I am in charge of watering this flower in Zach’s office. Today I had a brilliant idea:
Jesse: I think that I should do that thing with the flower where I cut it back to make it look like a little tree… uh… what do you call that, bukakke?
Zach: Bonsai. You mean bonsai.
Jesse: No, not the one where all the guys blow their load all over a lady, I mean bukkake.
Zach: Uh…
Jesse: Oh, my bad, you’re right. Bonsai it is.
Signs and Portents
The other day I not only met Cake Woman’s mother, but she gave me a terrific haircut. According to Cake Woman, this usually results in a breakup within a week. About two and a half months ago, Dan told Cake Woman that he gave us three months. If you subscribe to those methods of divination, we should be taking a side trip to splitsville sometime during our New York vacation. Are you as excited as I am?
Goddamnit.
Radio K did not send Zach an updated stalking list DJ schedule. Who was playing the reminder of my painful youth 90s flashback?
And I Thought OSX Was Bad
Cake Woman got a computer from her mother. It is an iMac G3 running at a glorious 400MHz. I donated a 128M stick of RAM to it’s innards, bring it to a glorious 256M level. Using this computer makes me weep.