* Sarah and I have a new roommate, Gurj, who is awesome and English and who has a funny blog. Living with the two of them is like being an agoraphobic wallflower with two energetic popular little sisters. We all watched Harold and Kumar together Saturday night and I was like "Isn't this nice, I'm staying up late!" and then they were like "Okay, 2 am, time for us to go out!"
* I heard a funny joke. It goes like this:
Q) What do you call a black guy who flies a plane?
A) A pilot, you racist bastard!
Unfortunately, a few nights ago I told that joke at a party and a random guy listening took it as a cue to start telling ACTUAL, non-fakeout, racist jokes. I was like "but see, mine isn't actually racist, it just plays on people's expectations and...oh nevermind."
(More tomorrow, I'm sick. I haven't even looked at the internet today - for all I know Deep Throat has been outed. Or Gawkerist, or something.)