Serendipity.

Battle scar:

Sploosh.

Because a public university has nothing better to do.

Present for me?

"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will devour your souls."

So, I just bought a bike:

Looking for a seat at opening night of Your Highness:

Surprisingly, not waterproof:

All this for $50:

Holy shit! This book alone sells for more than $50!

Boooooooo.

For me?

Oh hey there.

It's moments like this that I wish I knew how to breakdance. I would do SO MANY WINDMILLS.

Oh hey, that power outage this morning? Might have fried my harddrive:

Shitty binding no more!

Shitty binding no more!

A dirty-damn shame:

It seems fundamentally wrong to buy a Grateful Dead shirt at Walmart.