He just sent me this. Amazing.
“Attached is a breakdown of my college statistics. I hope you’ll find them inspirational.”
Love that he didn’t calculate the final GPA.
I swear I must be the only person he feels like he can talk to about this stuff:
“In my apartment building there’s an open atrium type area where you can see into other people’s apartments depending on their blind situation. Tonight I noticed that I can see right into this one dude’s place, into his bedroom, where he has his computer area set up as follows: Big ass computer, box of tissues, box of Cheez-Its. It’s like Rear Window up in this bitch!”
Yes, just like the award winning Alfred Hitchcock classic “Rear Window.” Identical, almost.
He sent the much anticipated “chart” he spoke of…
“Attached is a graph depicting the amount of fun you’re going to have over the course of your life. This is based on years of lab research and a lot of beers I just drank by myself while listening to Dave Matthews Band. Oh God, is that joke even funny anymore? Shit. Anyway, you’ll note that the majority of your fun will occur during college, and very little afterwards. Never forget that.”
He sent me and a bunch of other people (I guess his friends from college) this email today:
“I get embarrased because I always misspell the word embarassed. Then I thought of this handy memory device: