Friday, May 14
I place the blame for my flying plastic addiction1 squarely on Adele's shoulders. I miss that girl. She was ridiculously attractive, caught Weezer references, and tended to be really funny. When you could hear what she was saying, at least.
1Don't let the suspiciously clean cut, athletic youth infesting disc sports these days fool you: Frisbee is worse than crack. It's a triumph of either enormous post-graduation inertia or a heretofore undemonstrated level of willpower that I'm not at Mayfest this weekend. Which, now that I think about it, is just stupid. What am I doing here?