Sick bastard
◊ I am having simultaneous cold, allergy and ennui fits, meaning my sinuses are swollen to the point that they are larger than the head that contains them and I just can't make myself care. So instead of writing creative stuff, I am posting a bunch of pictures.
Dean and I were watching Requiem for a Dream the other day. It's like an intense version of Reefer Madness or something. Its intensity inspired me to throw up a straight-edge-style X with my arms, except I was holding a vodka and tonic. Dean grabbed the camera and a cigarette and we had comedy gold!
Owen and I had to look bashful for a story we did on masturbation. And yes, we always, always look like this when we talk about it. Always.
Owen making out with himself.
Sneaking into construction sites with a camera is fun.
Future quad near the science building.
Anyway. Someone please steal me away and feed me Nyquil or vodka and tonic until I pass out. I'm pretty much beyond caring at this point what happens to me; feel free to paint me green or steal my t-shirt collection or sell me to a circus as soon as I'm unconscious.