~Jimmy, Friday, March 26, 2004:
meeting daxle is like when they reset
your bone by breaking it again, fun in
a way. a little unnerving since you
previously thought you were fine.

~Drew, Sunday, December 21, 2003:
daxle is pluripotent.

~Bobby, Sunday, November 23, 2003:
I met you in our human anatomy class
and you threw up on my sneakers. you
were so embarassed that you dropped the
class and had to retake it the next
semester.
but i kept going every day hoping i
would see you again.
i never did, and we never spoke of that
time, but not a day goes by that i
don't think of it.
...and i kept the sneakers.

~Ulysses, Friday, November 21, 2003:
one time, I got hair on her dickies, and
she got really tweaked, and made a funny
growling noise.

okay, actually that has happened
everytime I've seen her. but she's
probably not like that around people, as
long as you don't shed on her.


~James, Wednesday, October 22, 2003:
I first met Daxle two years ago back
when we both attended UC Davis. I
remember dining with her at Baker's
Square and being totally captivated by
her beauty. She’s the type of woman to
make not only your jaw drop, but your
dentures as well! I fell under her
spell for quite some time after our
initial encounter. In addition to her
bewitching good looks, Daxle is highly
intelligent. If you ever find yourself
in an argument with Daxle, you will
most likely lose (I know I did), for
she probably knows a lot more than you
do. There are many complexities and
layers to Daxle. Unfortunately, I
think I was only able to scratch the
surface of them. To me, Daxle is
exciting, good-hearted, and lost. But
most importantly, she is my chipmunk.

~Aaron, Wednesday, October 15, 2003:
One time, we were on my couch, and Daxle
took my foot and recited the little
piggies. It was a more local,
contemporary version; one little piggy
went to Gilman, another little piggy
watched a movie, another little piggy
had a beer, another little piggy went
for Thai food, and the last little piggy
went "MEW!". I laughed so hard I cried.
Daxle is a lot of fun and a good friend.
She is dedicated, and will stick by you,
but you better call when you say you are
going to, or she will worry. Daxle
thinks a lot, so if you have any extra
thinking you need done, you can drop it
off with her. She usually returns it
well processed, and folded neatly with a
ribbon around it. Daxle's wit is
extremely sharp, so watch your fingers.
Daxle does not take any crap, unless you
are her good friend. Then she takes it
for about 3 seconds. She is a great
cook, even if she is stubborn as heck
about admitting it. It might take little
while to expose her comfortable, silly
Daxle, but it's worth it. Bringing her
cookies may speed the process. You know
your getting there when you tell her
what's on your mind and her reply is
"horray! we're all doomed!"

~Aaron, Wednesday, October 15, 2003:
BEER BEER BEER KITTEN KITTEN BEER BEER..
KITTEN BEER...KITTEN BEER BEER BEER BEER
BEER...haha, okay. I'm just kidding.