First thing I saw upon waking.


L.A. diet.


I sent John this postcard forever ago.


This is what faculty meetings look like at LMU. You may not be able to see, but there is a flower vase, fancy cookies, beautiful place mats, etc etc. It's this type of thing that makes me hate Pittsburgh a little bit; it's always the person showing up to the cocktail party with a big stain on its (wrinkled) shirt.





Aw friends. This picture was taken around 7 am. John is one of my very best friends: I always forget because we live on opposite coasts and he's always fucking things up - he lost my phone twice during this trip. (It's unclear who was responsible the second time, but common sense says John.) But then again, I can pester him relentlessly. After a few rounds of "shut the FUCK. UP." it's clear again. I grabbed onto John when we was annoyed with me and wouldn't let him out of my hug. "Tell me something you like about me," I said. He gave me a wet willy.



(It just occurred to me: I didn't take a picture with Bill and Jessica. You guys! That is a travesty!)