finklestein

I finished school. It's like whacking a pinata filled with that soul-crushing orange and black peanutbutter kiss candy: the battle outshines the booty.

Whatever season it is, I always wish it was the opposite. I like contrasting weather. So, this past week has been refereshing. Except there are these trees at work that boast this pollen that has the stench of semen. I know trees are rather phallic, but semen? Fucking season of fertility.

A bunch of people from SGLB came over for dinner and hair styling. I think sockfoot, bean, and Jeremy had their hair cut or dyed. It was a lot of fun.