Wednesday 6:44 a.m.
Holy [cow chips], Rings. It should not
take me 50 minutes to sign up for my
[gosh darn] classes, when I have an 8 a.m. class. I want to go to bed. Ugh...
Monday, 1:48 p.m.
I think RIT is actually having a genocide of fallen
leaves. As soon as I see one hit the ground, [truckin’]
FMS is there with a truck and four guys with leaf
blowers. It’s just ridiculous.
Monday, 6:19 p.m.
I just ate M&M’s out of my girlfriend’s
[porcupine]. What did you do today?
Saturday, 7:49 p.m.
I’m driving on that bend
between Gracies and the
business school and I see
campo with their lights
off. I want to pull them
over for being [very harsh
expletive] retarded.
Thursday 6:14 p.m.
Since when does the RITz Sports zone start playing
Michael Bublé in the middle of the [harsh expletive]
day when I’m trying to watch Sports Zone?
Monday 6:40 a.m.
I would really just like to express my dislike for the
RIT InfoCenter. I’m finding very little in the way of
info and it is certainly not bringing me center. Why
are you not all up on this, Rings? Fix this now.
Monday, 6:13 a.m.
Right now I’m trying to log
onto this [mother truckin’]
InfoCenter to register for
my classes. And you know
what InfoCenter is? A real
[derriére aperture]. So
um… maybe at this [Zeus
darn] technological school
we could do something
about that.
Wednesday, 4:28 p.m.
Hi Rings, I just wondered
something. It’s cold, but
do you ever get cold? I
know that you’re cold and
impersonal because you
never return calls. But
do you ever get cold? It’s
just something I’ve been
wondering.
Monday 10:57 a.m.
I love you and we’re sitting here
being awesome. It’s girl’s night and
we just thought we’d call you because
we love you. Everybody say,
“Hi.” Hello... Yeah, they say, “Hi,”
but they’re being shy. Bye.
Saturday 1:58 a.m.
I just wanted to let you know that everything is really
close to you when you’re drunk and that’s courtesy
of my friend [Duncan]. Thanks, bye.
Saturday, 1:28 a.m.
Who the hell is that [inappropriate to say about
someone, cleaning method] kid that keeps [effin’]
parking in handicap in S Lot? Every other day
it’s this pimped out Audi. It’s [horse chips].
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