cairo and lebanon are like hollywood

my apologies for the lack o' post. i have been working a lot of late days and last weekend i slept through the majority of the 2 allotted days/evenings. moments in between have been spent lounging on my living room couch with my three spanking new housemates - and i think they're super great so have decided to post this entry about them. these dyyyudes are freaking hilarious and HIP, as you will see below:

in the wake of my new camera's arrival, i have decided to post a series of emails between myself and housemates using myspace photos (i KNOW).

From Jen:


















hey folks -

1) so. two of my toothbrushes have disappeared. not sure how, but i'm not going to judge. could we all identify our current toothbrushes and then throw away whichever ones we aren't using?

2) and has anyone seen either of my towels? um, really i don't know what's going on. perhaps we should do the same thing with the towels as well?

now for the party:

3) have we decided on sat feb 3? who has a start-time preference (eric!) and what are they?

4) food and beverage decisions: i vote for no dinner provided but heavy snack content. beer/wine etc: i think we should use the housewarming/bday excuse to suggest people bring stuff to drink, but we should provide some nonetheless. i'm thinking less keg and more so cheap wine from costco. and you?

*Insert various not-hilarious, boring emails from Eric*

And this is Eric with "hops", who is super nice and often hilarious though failed miserably at the former in most recent email exchange:

And now to continue with Ruthie's response:

















Ok. I haven't been checking my email. I don't know why. I just haven't been. But the string of email conversations that have occured in my internet absence are fucking hilarious. At the same time, I feel like my non-response makes me the tooth brush and the towel culprit. How is this happening? What the fuck? And if it was a "guest" that offended... its equally as wierd because if you were going to secretly use a tooth brush at another persons apartment would you leave it blatantly mistreated, wet and not in it's holder? We need to re-evaluate our hos, Jen. And yah I don't know about the towels either, hope that works out.

As far as the fiesta goes, I'm thinking.... a very limited quantity of snacks... a bottle of Stoli + mixers, a red and a white... and I don't know.. I just don't really drink that much beer.. we can get some of that though... yah, costco has reasonably cheap wine.. Eric and I staked it out.
Do we really need to specify a party starting time? I say 10? I dont know. I'm just telling people... party... February 3rd... People are like pigeons.. they just know.

And the kicker-closer, from Ryan:
















Last night I saw a ghost coming from the bathroom with toothbrushes and some towels draped over his/her/its head. I am assuming it was a ghost because it was sort misty/blurry and smelled like a swamp. It had eyes like weak LEDs on an old VCR. It also made some strange sounds....kinda sounded like the breathing one does when trying to clean their glasses, but just longer and harder. It scared the crap outta me and I noticed it was staring into Jen, Ruthie and Eric's rooms. Mostly Jen's though. Please don't try to stop it. I tried to punch it and I got a heart pang/electrocution zap that ran through my body and ended in my cerebral cortex. It Effin' hurt dude. (Reminded me of food poisoning + fork in a outlet.) I fell on the floor and could barely breathe for about 10 minutes as it floated over me and morphed into different monsters ( i.e.- the one from the ring with the long hair+goo), progressively scarring me in different parts of my mind. After it left the room, I cried for about 30 seconds and then I was all better. Keep alert for this a-hole, as I don't want to have to buy a new tooth brush.

This is what i am talking about.

Photos soon, kids - I love you -

jen