So today I was hanging out in Kid’s apartment, trying to convince him to give me his acoustic guitar that has been eternally missing a string. I feel slightly frivolous to be buying something i can’t use (…yet), but is there any reason why he should not give me the guitar that he neglects?

When given the instrument I’m convinced that i will be proficient by the time i go back to school in Wisconsin. Tell him to give me this poor dejected instrument.

I really would love the input of complete strangers… so help me out on this one. Kara and I both have intensive training in the art of ballet, and are really quite talented and trained in all forms of dance. So logically the natural career path for us would be to become strippers. Why let the years of training, abuse (both physical and mental), and money spent go to waste. All I need is a stripper pen name. I mean stripper stage name. It could be both, i could be the stripper that is a freelance writer in her spare time. Anyway, I’m ready to start my life. Kid said he would stick dollars in our g-strings. So I feel like there is a definite market.

Fuck you Chuck Klosterman.

I have more class than Kid. I guess it is ironic considering I’m the one making plans to become a prostitute. Sorry, not a prostitute. I mean a stripper. I HAVE MORALS!

Dear Kids mom, your son is a classless ho.

On another note, I’m over drinking and hooking up with random people. I want deeper meaning. I want people to be invested in me. WHAT?! Kegger this weekend?!

- Eyes like a Seagull