is a poop deck really what i think it is?

so it has come to my attention that certain people would like to figure out the gilhouse. to these inquiries i say, get in line.

well, about this curious person... i won't name names, but let's just call them "cup c." no, no, that's too obvious. we'll call this person "c. cake." yes, that will do.

anyhoo, the answer is that while i used to work in neuroscience, i have no idea what propels hello kitty-themed bathrooms or bison tattoos. i can say that i am harmless; just keep small fingers and children away from my mouth. ( i would also like to say that regarding my bathroom endeavor, i got carried away when shopping for a shower curtain and the rest is history. The only person who has been violated in my bathroom is josh, and he did it to himself and it was an accident.)



right. back to business. last night we went to moonshine for a few refreshments and some food. this is me eating my steak. as you can tell, i enjoy a raw steak.



i'm kidding, of course. i ate my friend suz's eyeballs on a dare from my other friend pabst. this is a picture of p.b.r. losing the bet and giving me my well-earned 3 dollars. i ate the 3 dollars.



josh says, "listen suz, you don't need eyeballs so quit your bitching. all you need are ballentine cans as eyes, an organ grinder and a dream." i aggree with josh, so stop crying suz. in the future, everyone will be wearing cans for eyes.



josh also told me that "gas is music of the night." i almost laughed myself inside out and had to write it on my arm to remember.



in conclusion...i went home and took pictures of the lights in my apartment. i'll post them later.