Get Fuzzy

My title shall be my motto for the semester. That's right folks. If you're stressed you need to...get fuzzy. This can be taken in a number of ways the most beneficial I feel is the alcoholic interpretation. Never fear, my friends. I am not a lush. (At least not last time I checked.) As any of my good friends will know, I am not all about the drunken stupor thing. I find it repulsive in the extreme particularly since I accidently tried it once and I do not recommend it (word to the wise mixing Corona's and shots sneak up on you.) Rather, I am talking about the happy medium, the true appreciatation of the liquid. The warmth in getting fuzzy-headed and verbose is quite pleasant particularly when you are with friends. Also, the warm fuzzies are an excellent experience and are always welcome.

• Mel, e piu morte! That's right. I said it. I know you were thinking it.
• The cameraderie (sp?) in mutual self-hatred is a lovely thing...and just a little sick.
• Chris Farley was a tragic hero and possibly a comedic genius.
• I live for the rare conversations which offer intellectual stimulation, understanding, humor, topics I really care about (not that I have to pretend to care about) and go unscathed by the Ave "black hole" Circle. In fact, I'm finding myself so dependent on them that I now avoid these opportunities like the plague to prove my independence. Apparently, I'm a self-defeating moron. Don't ask.