yes, eat all of our shirts

so i am in the process of moving my belongings, as people tend to do when they move apartments. usually this is a terrible ordeal where you pack up your stuff, break your back carrying hastily-packed boxes of pornography and rotted fruit, and steadily set up your new quarters that very evening.


in my case, however, moving is more an experience of trapping yourself in your old apartment with a smelly, wet couch no person would ever want to own because it is a smelly, wet couch. in this pic you can see what big shirtless seth, sheena, meagan and i did to ourselves. we eventually got the couch out by sawing the legs off. what a bitch.


since i have been living alone in a big apartment for more than a year i have had the opportunity to collect a lot of crap. as such, i needed to rent a gigantic uhaul. this, however, i was looking forward to because when you get one of these trucks there is usually a very nice picture of a dinosaur, bird, husky or baseball player along the side, and as you drive the truck you think to yourself, "hey, there is a picture of a tyranasaurus on my truck" and make scary noises, like "roar!" for this singular reason i was more than willing to spend about 200 bucks for a few hours use of a orange shit mobile. you can imagine my dissapointment when i saw that my truck had a diagram of arkansas soil. what the hell? talk about your orange pieces of crap. what the hell noise does soil make?


so me and my hired help packed up the arkansas mobile (thanks again for the help guys!) and meagan and i drove it to philly where i unfortunately have to leave my stuff until my new landlord lets me into my new apartment (talk about a hassle). also, as a result of the cataclysmic dissapointment that was the arkansas soil picture, i had a terrible trip down to philly and was hyper-aware that i was driving a million tons of blind-spotted metal down a slippery highway. meagan, on the other hand, had a wonderful time singing and dancing to rod stewart-esque music, which made things worse for me.



while i was in philly i went to a.c. moore where halloween stuff is already displayed. while there i managed to find this wonderful murder she wrote thing, which i emailed to tobs. he never emailed me back to acknowledge my tip calculating willard. jerk.



alvy was happy to have me home.


i also was able to recently watch major league, which i am now certain is the best movie ever. ever. ever. do you remember the scence where harris and cerrano discuss whether jerus christ can hit a curve ball? amazing.


so this is what is left of my pad. it's pretty shitty, seeing how i am studying for a math test and i have no where to sit. i set up some of the camping stuff i have in my car, so i suppose it's not so bad. i'm tobs, i'm tobs!