My roommate, William, is a great roommate. Know that. I’ve lived with him over a year and he’s the best roomie I’ve ever had.

But he’s got a few bad habits.

Primarily… when he’s intoxicated, he has the propensity in the middle of the night to wander into the kitchen and eat stuff. Sometimes he eats in the kitchen, sometimes he takes it to his bedroom. Usually he’s only half conscious of what he’s doing. Usually it’s my food. I sleep odd hours, so I tend to catch him at this often.

At 1:20 am this morning, I was sitting in the living room and William’s drunk ass just stumbled out of his bedroom with his hair absolutely everywhere and into the kitchen. He looked a little rough and his shirt might have been on backwards and I says to him, “Are yous ok?” He said “Nnnhmph” and studies the contents of the fridge briefly. He removes a ziploc baggie of leftover boiled hotdogs (mine) from the top shelf. And went into the bathroom. He peed, didn’t flush, and then stumbled back to the bedroom and passed out. He left the hotdogs behind. Two of the original four leftover hotdogs are missing. He did, however, have the presence of mind to re-seal the baggie.

HAHAHAHA. Oh lord.

Man. Hooray college.

Since theres only two hotdogs left now and we’re out of chili (Wally and I had chili cheese dogs tonight) and they’ve been in the bathroom for a bit, I think I’m just going to leave em there for him to find in the morning.

I wonder how long it’ll take him to notice that there’s wieners on the dryer.

Football Day, again. Town in bananas, again. And I’m not shooting… again. Next week though…

Yesterday at Krogers there was a guy in the parking lot trying to trade his 8-week-old golden lab puppy for football tickets. I’m not sure if that’s amusing or just sick, in a regular seasonal Georgia football variety.

Cameraphone goodness. Mayfield Bulldawg Bones icecream, $5.29. Strawberry ice cream with chocolate covered pretzels. Mmmm. Woof woof woof…

I went to practice to shoot a few of our guys for the First and Goal issue, except the requested players are all special teams guys, and even in the 20 minutes of open-to-the-press practice time, we’re not allowed to shoot special teams stuff. Actually I guess you could, but then a rather large man in a straw hat comes and yells at you, considerably, or so I understand. Never tried it. And of course all they were doing Thursday in A through D sections was special teams stuff.

Photo Editor liked this one though:

UGA freshman Trinton Sturdivant stretching at the beginning of practice.

Also en re Georgia football… This anatomically correct guy is (was?) at WalMart accompanying some beer. Took this photo earlier at the beginning of August and forgot about it. I was massively creeped out though.

You can purchase adult beverages and scare the shit out of your kids, all at the same time!

Oh look, he wears boxers though, how cute. I can’t help but wonder who made the things, though, because they were certainly not bought off the rack.

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