::disappointed no one has posted in last two hours::
::realizes fall '96 Simples are the epitome of crunchiness::
::regrets trying this again::
::hates life::
::drop kicks phg::
:is just starting the 98 island run at the Reba and is feeling guilty about it:
:just wants to get to the Roses > Nassau Jam > Piper so badly:
::floats::
looking forward to moving next weekend
::considers deleting Neil’s bland post::
::starts petition to keep Neil’s post::
:Does anything possible not to write college app essays:
:enjoys four day mid-term break weekend:
:enjoys it immensely:
::rages to bisco::
::Wishes Bisco would come back to Michigan::
::suddenly craves clam chowder::
::dumps clam chowder on phg’s head::
::debates to self whether new england or manhattan clam chowder is better…decides new england::
::concurs with strong conviction::
::pronounces it “chowda”::
Doesn’t get the big deal over chowder of any kind
Remembers scene from Ace Ventura where he has to remember the chowder password
:get hungry:
:eats phg’s chowdery head: