Rabble Rabble

I haven't felt like writing lately. I've been social, I've been biking around town, I've been drunk. So many people I know are moving away, so I've been attending going-away events, which have led to the aforementioned.

I should be packing, since I move in two days. Haven't done a goddamn thing. Read over some old journals tonight, though, and I present you two wicked truisms I at some point recorded by girls with whom I have lived:

'Wouldn't you give anything to be vegetation in a rainstorm?'

-B. Baumgartner

'Regardless of whether my hair looks greasy or not, there are still no good-looking men at The Plaza.'

-A. Marek