all ya gotta do is say yes
sometimes the heat makes people go crazy. it's like in a streetcar named desire -- people are hot and sweaty and cranky and impatient and inflamed with passions that they can't control. every impulse seems magnified until it nearly jumps out of your skin. you want to hit someone one second, and the next you want to kiss them. hard.

and it's tough to figure out which you want to do more.

maybe it has to do with the temperature of your body. maybe it has to do with the heat wearing down on a person, bringing them to their boiling point. maybe it has to do with the mosquitos, or the torrential rain, or the pounding sun. maybe it has to do with looking for activities to do indoors to beat the oppressive humidity outside. maybe it is as simple as wearing less clothing in the heat -- a flash of thigh or abs or calf or forearm, or a little bit of sweat on the collarbone. a miniskirt, say...

in one of the early scenes in the movie, marlon brando strides into the cramped apartment, just home from work. he's sweaty and dirty and thirsty. he's wearing a tight sweatstained tee shirt that shows off his muscles. you know that vivien leigh is looking at him in the same way that you're looking at him because there is no other way to look at him. at that moment you feel what she feels--yes, he's your sister's husband. but man do you want to jump him.

and is that really such a bad thing? should you feel guilty if you don't think it is? can you just plead heat insanity?

so you solemnly pack your bags and dream of the creeping fog and chilly winds from the bay and the way streetlights in the mist look so peaceful when you stumble home drunk at 3 am after a night out in north beach or lombard street. you hope the fog will cool your veins, slower your heartbeat, ice your skin. you look forward to turtleneck sweaters and jeans. you look forward to quiet nights at tart, or borders, or at frees' watching felicity season 1 DVDs and eating kettlecorn (two coke minimum still in operation). you want the sanity that the cool bay air brings.

but when you get off the plane, waiting with anticipation for the ice in the san francisco air to hit your face, you realize there is something very wrong. because there is no icy breeze. you're feeling a little bit warm under your hoody. it's actually hot in the city. so the itch remains under your skin, urges bubbling just beneath the surface.

your family teases that you've brought the hot weather back with you from the east coast.

but honestly you wish you had just left it all back there.

more post-DC comedown testimonials
CherryOs (11:38 PM): shit, i almost feel like i need more a of shock factor for my nerves when i party
CherryOs (11:39 PM): here in berkeley
CherryOs (11:41 PM): really, it was disappointing
CherryOs (11:42 PM): i kept thinking in my head when folks were "freaking" or acted like it was hella bomb, thinkin' in my head "hommie, ain't no party like the partying we fuckin' did this summer"
CherryOs (11:43 PM): damn lisa
CherryOs (11:43 PM): coming back to berkeley, i feel like a different person after this summer
CherryOs (11:43 PM): i didn't know them 8 weeks of all that crazy shit we did did all this to us!

lisa n da sky (11:05:36 PM): hey quick advice
preshpupp (11:06:14 PM): no waxing does not hurt

letters from a nut

Dear Ms. M.,

Thank you for taking the time to describe your experience in our Georgetown store.

We apologize for the terrible inconvenience we caused you at the register. We do, in fact, accept all non-worn items for return in all of our stores. Please be assured that your comments have been shared and addressed with the store's management team, their District Manager, and the company's Director of Stores. Feedback such as this has given us the opportunity to re-train our staff and prevent future incidents of this nature.

Thank you again for making us aware. We do hope that you will give us the opportunity to better serve you in the future. If you have any additional concerns or comments, please feel free to contact me.

I would like to offer you a gift card for your experience, in the hopes that we can retain you as one of our customers. Please provide me with your mailing address, so that I may send one to you.

Regards,


****** **********
Communications Manager
Urban Outfitters

non-DC quote of the summer (sorry kimi!!):

freesia: if she wants to be jlo she can be jlo

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