yesterday i applied to be the cashier at a gentlemans club, unfortunately our hours dont match up. back to the drawing board.

christian and i are all moved in to our new tenement and let me tell you it is squalor.

first of all, as we live and breath i am sitting in my room typing to you and i am sweating buckets. legitimate buckets. it is as hot as a whores mouth (i dont think thats a real saying, it is however one of those nonsensical things people spout out when they become frustrated and logic no longer applies...additionally i doubt whores have cool mouths). im sure you were able to figure that we dont have a/c, and that is true, we also dont have a washer dryer or dishwasher. who would need those things. we do have a coffin with a shower head in it. that is a trying situation in and of itself. we finally got internet...but not a router, therefore we do not have internet and i am, fingers crossed, pirating this from an unknown source. the girls that live on the first floor are constantly high and last night they left the main door to our building open as well as one of their laptops and three dollars in change sitting on it on the front porch. they go to marist so its not a huge surprise they are dumb as fuck. they also stole my parking spot, which reasonably isnt a spot at all but an amount of gravel left over from everyone elses demarcated parking spaces that i try to squeeze the highlander into. on the topic of parking, i have already gotten two parking tickets here in hell in the last two weeks. that was an aside, and reasonably my fault. oh and one of my headlights is out. i dont find that to be an issue, eventually a cop will stop me and thats when i think i may realize its out. until then, ride til we die. the people on the second floor are always cooking brassica foods, so as you can imagine it smells like asshole all the time.

you may be asking why i am telling you all of this, well ill just be honest with you. last year when i moved into my dorm room i requested people donate mugs, and what a response! now yes it was only three people, one of which continues to be a mystery, however those three individuals restored my faith in humanity and better yet allowed me to drink piping hot cups of maxwell house gourmet supreme coffee. today in our costing class christian and i compiled a list of every possible thing we could think of that we desperately need. i am going to repost that here for you.

a broom

other cleaning supplies

paper products (mostly paper towels, seeing as thus far we've been quite successful in acquiring free toilet paper)
wireless router
a slip for a futon
a bottom sheet for a queen sized bed
pillow covers for ratty couch pillows
a blanket for overnight guests (please)*
dvd player
HDMI cable
book case
small table and chairs for our expansive dining room
chairs for living room

a roomba or any sort of vacuum
air conditioner
beautiful artwork
massive dvd collection
fuckin bumpin stereo system
jesus candles
step stool to reach the bathroom mirror
microwave
induction burner
immersion circulator
light bulbs
antigriddle (we went to see grant achatz today)
nixon mask
magic bullet
andrew sherman
persian rugs
swords to adorn the walls
us as juggalos portrait
poppers (both jalepeno and regular)
mirrored wall paneling (removable if possible)
chinese sex swing (for weekday activities)

highlighted listings have been acquisitioned (technically this form of this word makes it not a word)

that pretty much sums it up. it would be super fucking helpful if you guys would get us some of that stuff, or really anything else you can think of. i can virtually guarantee it will get hung up. brandons xanax filled letter is already on the empty refrigerator.

you can reach the littlest chau and i at:
44 marshall st
apt #3
poughkeepsie, ny 12601







*the please is to having guests ever



as always
annie a

it impossible to tell the difference between when my father is talking to me and when he is talking at me. ive decided its all at.

the concept of a hotel room giving you an espresso machine is only a good idea in theory. in practice having to give your guest a 20 page manual to figure it out is torture.

going out for coffee

after about a solid minute of heavy duty teeth brushing, i realized i was using my fathers toothbrush. ugh.

sunday morning:

weve just finished enjoying a lovely complimentary breakfast at the hotel. we are also still without loonies or toonies of any sort, so hopefully being tipped was not what our server had in mind.

At some normal style northern new jersey bar, feeling like a straight juggalo.

It's nearing the six oclock hour and we are still without both lodging and any sort of canadian currency.  We are, however, just speaking at people in english.  To what I can only imagine is their delight.

Enjoying a tuna salad sandwich/greek salad you pick two feast at panera in the cultural epicenter of plattsburgh, ny. Will be experiencing radio silence upon crossing the boarder to avoid astronomical fees. Clearly not my idea.

Blamo temporary international data plan. First world problem solved with a first world solution.

A mere three hours outside of the city and rest stop establishments do not carry the new yorker.  Dying a slow and painful death.

Additionally if I were a "precious" metal according to my father I would be copper.  Ryan is silver, at least.

Update: connor is bronze and michael is aluminium

Canadian father daughter roadtrip diaries:

My father is currently telling me about how much he loves crows, and how he feeds them dog food by tossing it into the trees.