Cups

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry that I haven't written in you for a while now. I know you feel neglected, but I'll think of something nifty to make it up to you. Do you like Nerf guns? I may have easy access to one...

Anyways, the reason for not writing in you sooner than now is that I've been trying to figure out where all these cups from the pizza place on campus are coming from! There's a stack of like over nine thousand cups here! You think I'm kidding, but trust me, Diary, I'm not. You might recognize the logo:

I like the pizza from this place, but I don't want this many cups. You might ask, "Why not throw them away?" My reply: I can't fix the problem until I know who to blame it on. It looks to me like I need to talk to Mic and see if he's been going there more than he's telling me. (I try to keep a log of the number of calories he takes in, since he's been pushing the 12,000 calorie daily limit.) I sure hope they're not from underpants gnomes, even though they only work in underpants for the profit. It's probably my boys, to tell you the truth. They're always picking up some new fad, even if it means putting more cups in my room than I would ever care to have in my possession. I wouldn't put it past them.

You aren't thirsty by chance, are you, Diary?

-Liz :)