What, no Toyota?

J: “Dhany, what are you eating?”
Me: (Turns around to reveal a slice of chocolate cake)
J: (Gasps)
Me: “Do you want some?”
J: “No.”

(Seconds later)

J: “Heh, heh, heh. Dhany, I’m judging you.”

Phrases I found penned and scratched onto the surface of a wooden desk in the library:

“STATS….NO…”
“ORGANIC CHEM SUCKS”
“ECONOMICS SUCKS”
“Pearl Jam!”
“I <3 Ham”

I wonder what the Pearl Jam and Ham aficionados are majoring in.

hangin' at the laundromat 09: a lesson in levitation

hangin' at the laundromat 13: mush!

hangin' at the laundromat 15: a career in laundering

Found Cameras and Orphan Pictures: A pound for runaway rolls of film and SD cards.
I love you. Or do I?: Heart day is right around the corner. Are you prepared to express your sentiments?
Domnx posters: Women, bombs, rubber duckies, and koalas–wait for it–in Soviet propaganda style. Very cool.
Stick Figures in Peril: Best. Flickr. Group. EVER.
Recreating Hitchcock: The good people at Vanity Fair re-imagine Hitchcock.
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lola: When I meet a transvestite, I ask lots of questions. When The Kinks meet a transvestite, they write a song.

Right, enough mucking around and off to clean up the house. The desks and mattresses have arrived, and we now have no excuse to turn this pigsty into a livable environment. Maybe I’ll take pictures, maybe I won’t. But either way, have a good weekend!