Ha! HA! HA HA HA!

Sorry, Ryan, but I gotta side with Head: that is just fucked up. The knowing, wise account of the bitter disappointments of scheduled sex with a stranger, I mean. Of course, I know all about it myself. Not really, but I do know about what happens when you're sitting around your dorm room bored and some girl starts talking to you and then sends you incredibly cute pictures of herself and then you find out she's 17 and wants you to go to Creston to . . . 'talk.'

Anyone know where Karl works?

New jobs that Tim is interested in: 1) full-time position w/benefits doing admin type stuff at a small bookstore in DM area. 2) part-time Albia correspondent position with Oscumwa Courier (not likely to pan out. NEEED FULL-TIME! But would be nice to get into newspaper/publishing field). 3) . . . anything that doesn't involve hot man on man action.

Gizoat: Lemme know via comment or post or phone ringy once you talk to the apartment master. Then we will venture together into the wilderness of Des Moines, slay beasts until we've gathered enough gil for rent, and have ourselves a new base of operations. Don't forget to ask if there's a secret sub-basement accessible through elevator-hidden-in-a-sarcophagus. Cause that shit is necessary.