"Excuse YOU, Asshole, Don't Fucking Walk Away From Those Clothes!" Or, How Monday OFFICIALLY Became Misanthropy Day (Bridget)

Oh, Lord, Here We Go (Bridget)

Ex-Post Asshole (Alfonzo)

Apparently, I misspelled "Kike" in the above post. I hope my klan-brothers will forgive me.

On Blake (Alan)

Collision (Alfonzo)

First Day Of Work (Bridget)

It was a few months ago, I can't remember when exactly, that I asked Bridget to be a part of the blog this semester. It was sometime before I christened this Season Two of Suite 3100, so I've had this ace up my sleeve for a little while, at least.

The idea is that the circle will, as Bridget put it, grow wider, providing those unfortunate souls we call "Our Audience" with an even more diverse source of entertainment and soap-opera-like intrigue. This is all part of a terrible postmodern experiment, in which every single dedicated reader of Suite 3100 will be invited to be a dedicated poster, at which point Suite 3100 will become meaningless and we'll all go back to doing what we were doing before Chaz started all of this.

Regarding the decision to invite Bridget a month early.. two reasons :
1. Part of the appeal of Bridget's study-abroad will be cultural differences, but a significant part will be her emotional adjustment. I think that this adjustment will be best appreciated if her readers can get to know her a little beforehand.

2. She got a job in a Decatur thrift-store yesterday, within walking or biking distance of Carl's house. I was laying in bed at 2 AM, having a sort of manic rubberband panic attack, when I realized that working in a thrift store (and especially this thrift store) will make for excellent blog fodder.

I realize that this is a particularly long post for the main-page, but fuck all ye dissenters.

-Alan

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And So The Circle Grows Ever Wider (Bridget)

Well, hell.

Alan has given me a blog, but he didn't tell me how to link it to this one.

Unfortunately, I am not quite as adept at blogger or computers in general as any of our boys on here are, so I can't link you to my post.

But I bet Alan will, whenever he sees this.

~Bridget

Last Fall, Brody and his suite of comparably marvelous engineers bought 414 gold-colored vibrating dildos on Amazon, each one costing them something like 23 cents. They sold these for $3 apiece and easily made a profit, even with the stockpile of dildos left behind. Not wanting a common room filled with dildos, Brody, who is somewhat Jewish and quite cheap, gave one of these whirring pleasure plugs to each of our friends back in Atlanta. One of the recipients was my good friend Gary, who, earlier left the following message on Brody's computer:

[12:46] Gary 3.0: you bastard
[12:46] Gary 3.0: my mom mailed me your vibrator
[12:46] Gary 3.0: I stuck it in a bag of stuff that my girlfriend had sent me for christmas
[12:46] Gary 3.0: lots of candy mostly
[12:46] Gary 3.0: and she asked if she could have some
[12:46] Gary 3.0: and I said sure
[12:47] Gary 3.0: and then she said she was going to mail it to me...because there were certain "important items" in there
[12:47] Gary 3.0: and your little friend was one of them
[12:47] Gary 3.0: you bastard

I'm told that Gary tried to explain it to his mother, but he's not sure she believes him. I'm not sure I believe him.

Well, Gary, it beats sitting on your thumbs.

-Alan

Fag-Tastic (Chaz)

How Chicken Keeps Us Moderate (Alan)

Ahh, shit. I've been meaning to mention this since Monday, but Blake is coming to visit this weekend. He found an open period of time between productions and a cheap plane ticket down here; and so we're going to find out if the good time we had over winter break was just a one time thing, or if we can actually keep being friends.

He's getting in tomorrow, in the late afternoon.

-Chaz

Debris (Alfonzo)

It's Wednesday Morning; You Know What That Means (Chaz)

alantastic (Alan)

News From The Front Lines (Alan)

Twentieth Post / Unimpressive Yields (Vlad)

V Day (Alan)

I'm Not A Bookworm (Chaz)

No, Jesus, I Don't Want Your Card (Alfonzo)

Last Rites (Alan)

Nineteenth Post / While Away (Vlad)