Monday, July 30, 2001

Dad vs. the pudding pack

First, he blasphemed Conan O'Brian... and now... now my father has reached a whole new low. He's deprived me of the quintessential collegiate survival tool...

He stole my pudding pack.

How will our relationship survive such betrayal?

Only time will tell...


My "vertigo" confusion is no more. I mistook a fall from a window, for a jump, and that has made all the difference.

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