in reference to james' "body artwork":

dave: i'm going to ask james to do one for me too. it's cheaper than a tattoo and not as permanent!

Bennifer: Why Are We Hoping for A Flop? (washingtonpost.com):

Ben Affleck on Leno, on his supposed infidelities at a stripclub:

"'By the time the tabloids get ahold of it, I'm, like, in a three-way with Michael Jackson and Elvis and the Wolfman, you know?' he continued, revealing perhaps a shortcoming in his counting skills. 'But it was relatively tame, as those things are.' "

LOL
excerpt from alice's email to jaime:

*****'s hickey was like the size of my palm and the shape of the british isles hahahaha. it was so nastY! it looked like someone either socked her in her neck or sucked the life out of her veins. gross.

oh stanfurd
"If there was ever anyone to embody the phrase 'puke and rally,' it's you." -- Dennis

from the ny times review of s.w.a.t.:

Following a failed jail break — after which Montel inexplicably gets to speak to the television cameras — he offers "a hundred meelleeeeon dollars to whoever gets me out of here."

...

"Who do we have to paiyyy?" he snarls to his lawyer. And when she lets him know bribery is out of the question in America, Montel hisses, "Then who do we have to keeeel?"

dave: you like the yuppie crowd?
me: hell no man
me: i'm from the bay area
me: i like guys with bay area style
me: which is
dave: homosexual?

the most foul experience i've had here, aka yet more reasons why dc is wack
i went to urban yesterday to return an lingerie/underwear set i had bought earlier this summer (a depressing experience in and of itself). i get to the counter, produce the goods for return, and the guy picks up the underwear and smells it. this is completely true. he did it quickly, not like he was relishing it or anything, but he picked it up in his hand and shoved it against his nose. again, i am not lying. he looked a little greasy and shady, too. i laughed ("HA!") when he did it, meanwhile he was asking me for my reason for return. i was dumbfounded but managed to stutter out something about just not liking it. then he said they usually don't take underwear back, but they'd make an exception since it seemed like it hadn't been worn. keep in mind that all the tags (which are large tags) are still on the underwear, which should make it obvious that it hasn't been worn. he then picks them up AGAIN and smells them AGAIN. so he smelled them not only once but TWICE. i swear this is true. it was so foul. *shivers*

unexpected alice quote of the summer (while playing taboo):

me: "ok, this is something we spread a lot...."
alice: "um, peanut butter? mayonnaise?....our legs?"

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last night, in alice and my room:

rj: "which one's your bed?"
me: "guess."
rj: "this one."
lin: "how do you know?"
rj: "it's the one with the blinds open."

hell yeah bitches!
itz just jai (12:20 AM): yo...i'm like comparing every thing back home to our nights back in dc
itz just jai (12:20 AM): and i find myself thinking...damn...if i was with lisa and alice right now..they'd be down to go out and party
itz just jai (12:20 AM): instead of sitting around and doing nothing
itz just jai (12:21 AM): fremont ppl just arent as cool as u guys!

preshpupp (10:28 PM): damn dc is full of people trying to hook up

hella love for the EU, yo

freesia: the one who they call by not his name...the belgian one?

rj: the accident proneness is kinda cute too
rj: like an injured baby bird
rj: that you want to have sex with

margot: yeah somehow the less clothes you're wearing, the less dignified you feel
margot: like, that's why having a murderer come after you in the shower is hella embarrassing
margot: cuz at the same time you be thinking, damn i look hella dumb

me: are you saying i'm not your girl?!?!?!??!?!?!
rj: no
rj: you're saying
rj: that you're not my girl.
rj: 4 drinks, friend.
me: i think the first prize will buy more than 4
rj: if that's the case
rj: we're going to do all of page 2
rj: and the back of page 4.

a gem from wild thang:

lisa n da sky (12:03 AM): time is limited
lisa n da sky (12:03 AM): game must be accelerated
Crappydawg (12:03 AM): true, true
Crappydawg (12:03 AM): no more screwing around
lisa n da sky (12:04 AM): must focus now
lisa n da sky (12:05 AM): plus i have way less tokens than you
Crappydawg (12:05 AM): yeah, but you know how to use them, i can't even find the coin slot
Crappydawg (12:06 AM): oh wait, that doesn't sound right

from the goddamnitfreaking duh files...

The Medium is the Message...this
RIP Marshall McLuhan, 1911-1980 (on this day)

Thank you for inflicting numerous hours of painful media theory on lowly undergraduate mass communications students who really want to be writers and could give less of a shit about "hot" and "cold" media. Thank you for turning the study of media into a cold, sterile, unfriendly, intrusive, confusing, annoying activity. Thank you for paragraph after paragraph of dry robot text.

Brilliant cameo in "Annie Hall," though...

rj: i'm like jack sparrow
rj: i'm just in it for the booty

"you ever get phantom sunglasses feeling on your head?" -- margot

cherry: HOY! baka nag mumuk-muk kana diyan