Straight No Chaser

Ugli

jesus my heavens. longest night ever and it's still not over? really?

generation y, i look to you for assent--isn't a cluster of used im boxes the best possible road map for an evening gone by? is there one better? you look through and you can see what was said, when it was said; which conversations are still in their original boxes at the end of the night...watch the fluctuating slope of mood and tolerance, pinpoint the exact moment when things went bad...convenient. we are a generation of conveniences.

i am deeply curious, aaron, to find out how you will fix this.

and i feel pretti and ugli all at once. in continuation of the evening's hideous puns. starfruit, that was it. and if you don't get it, then you're stupid. which none of you will, and all of you are. just kidding. much love. good night.