van nasty

Sunday, August 31, 2008

i had no idea i lived in the hotel california

you can check out from the sundeck any time you want, but you can never leave (under any circumstances).


seriously, youre real name is "win"?

to the incredibly long-winded and pretentious douchbag who just wasted 10 minutes of my time: is me telling you how many cars would fit in 500 sq ft, really helpful? are you looking for an apartment or taking the logic portion of the SAT? and, how specific would you like me to be? are the cars vertical or horizontal? are they vw bugs, or cadillacs?

and really, youre surprised our leasing office is closed at 6pm on the sunday of a holiday weekend? or that we wont extend our hours for you because you work? everyone works; some of us everyday.

p.s. you didnt need to make special mention of the fact that your going back to "the city;" it was a given that you were from nyc.

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Sunday, August 17, 2008

interesting that youre concerned about MY communication skills

Dear Haley,
Here is your horoscope for Sunday, August 17:

"Your communication style isn't serving you all that well today, so just try to keep it shirt and simple -- people will thank you later! Misunderstandings are too common and too hazardous right now. "

but youre right: keeping my shirt on will prevent hazardous misunderstandings, and people do usually thank me for it...


Saturday, August 16, 2008

i had to look up the word "shomit" for this post.

anyone will be your friend when its 2 a.m. on a friday and youre buying shots at the bar; it takes a-whole-nother type of person to pack you in her car and drive you 30 minutes out of her way while your head is in a bag, and your threatening to shomit in her car.* not to mention the friends who rode shotgun, just because listening to someone dry heave is such a fun experience. thanks ladies, and thanks baltimore (whose response to my threats of vomiting was "eh. my car has seen worse.")

* let the record show this was not actually a drinking related illness, but rather some sort of mutant flesh-eating-stomach-virus-dehydration-bacteria brought on by bellydancing.


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