Mom, What the F?

My mom got back to the grocery store this afternoon with a "special surprise." That surprise? This cookie. And this cookie? Her Valentine's day gift to me. On the front is a bumble bee (random?) and the word "mine" in cute but kind of offensive cursive. She asked me if I would be her "special valentine" in advance. I said yes. Pathetic. OK, it should just be said that like most women/cynics/sad-singles who bury themselves in homework, I don't love Valentine's Day, and this cookie here is practically a forewarning of February 14th doom and gloom. This is probably the only Valentine's Day gift I'll be getting, and it's gross, it's got a bumble bee on it, it's from Stop & Shop, and worst of all, it's from my mom. Fuck.

-Ruby

A Lesson In Avarice

This is Stewie. He is my sister's ten thousand dollar cat.




w.t.f.

thoughtfully,

Henley

Our First Blog: What were we thinking?

It seems we are in New York right now. Ruby is the one typing; Henley is the one trying to form coherent thoughts; and William is on the couch, watching X-Files, not helping. Perfect ingredients for a new blog: aka our biggest vanity project--ever. We're on winter break right now, and in a few days, we each go our separate ways--or, we mean, Ruby goes back to Vassar, and Henley and William go to Kenyon. But before we returned to our highly selective liberal arts schools, we wanted to join forces here in the city for one last go-round. Just to give you an idea of how are night's been, see our most recent google searches.




Anyway, too much information! More importantly, we are two girls and one guy (obvi), and, with this little blog project, we will surely expound upon drugs, sex, alcohol (or at least drugs and alcohol), kawlidge, music, media, and all-things-us.

More to come!
Love,
Henley, Ruby and William