after the after party

after every party we throw, our apartment experiences a hangover that can last more than two weeks. sure, there's the obvious stuff, like 3 bins of recyclables, dirty dishes, and the mud that gets tracked in... but there's also the little easter eggs that are harder to find. maybe someone smoked cigarettes in your room and put them out in a coffee cup. maybe someone did drugs in your bed, and you don't find the paraphernalia until the next time you do laundry. maybe someone assembled a cookie and cake sandwich, put it in a bowl filled with edamame shells, and then stuck that behind a speaker...

STALKERSPACE

does anyone have myspace for any reason other than ruminating over old lovers? it is THE shoebox under the bed of the 21st century. it saves messages in your inbox so you can go there and read all the love letters that guy sent you in college, and you can click on their default photo and be whisked to their page and their albums. and since no one maintains their profiles anymore its like things havent changed at all since you were dating or whatever. an ephemeral little nostalgiaspace for anyone that was active on the interwebs 2004-7.

admitting you have a problem is the first step towards recovery

this is us sucking on sunday and slowly becoming party-sized