What a night
So I guess I'll go on to describe yesterday.
I went golfing with my dad, my uncle Frank, and Grant. I played about as terribly as I could have, I shot a 133, whereas Grant had the best game of his life and shot an 87.
After golf, Grant and I rented Twisted Metal: Black and Sould Calibur 2 at Blockbsuter, and he kicked my ass at SC2. We visited his hubby at the golf dome and got a free game of miniputt. He raped me at that too (jeez, that's the third time in one day), resulting in my calling off his Ron's debt. We played aroundin the pro shop with the belly putters, and THEN I started to putt nearly perfect, when we weren't keeping score.
I, being the wonderful person that I am, agreed to give Turner, Gen, and Deanna a ride to Roxy's (which I always call Moxie's). Chanel came over after work, and the plan was for me to drop off the kids while they see if Victoria was just getting off work (although they seemingly did not get there in time) at which point we'd all meet at Seattle. I thought I was clear when I told them Arthur street, but they wound up at Memorial.
While I was waiting in Seattle, the girl working there offered me some free coffee, and a few girls sitting at the table outside started waving and blowing me kisses (no joke!), but they didn't look much older than 16 or 17. Chanel didn't have her cell phone on (curses!) so I drove to Red River looking for them. After that I just left for home and had to sleep down here since my sheets are in the wash.
I was squeezing this rubber ball filled with water and sparkles, when it of course ruptured and proceeded to soak my digital camera, minidisc player, keyboard, palm pilot, one of my speakers, and half my desk. According to this post, there doesn't seem to be much damage to the keyboard, aside from it being marginally more sparkle filled than before, and I don't think anything else incurred much damage either.
I feel sick because my mom's been trying to find the perfect cookie recipe, and I have to be the judge for her. This grapfruit pop is my own fault, though.
Well, I cleaned up quite a bit, I think I'm gonna play some more Grandia 2.
Listening to... Static-X - Push It
Link of the moment... Man, I grew up on this stuff. Seriously, it taught me how to spell 'kerosene' for my grade six spelling bee.
I went golfing with my dad, my uncle Frank, and Grant. I played about as terribly as I could have, I shot a 133, whereas Grant had the best game of his life and shot an 87.
After golf, Grant and I rented Twisted Metal: Black and Sould Calibur 2 at Blockbsuter, and he kicked my ass at SC2. We visited his hubby at the golf dome and got a free game of miniputt. He raped me at that too (jeez, that's the third time in one day), resulting in my calling off his Ron's debt. We played aroundin the pro shop with the belly putters, and THEN I started to putt nearly perfect, when we weren't keeping score.
I, being the wonderful person that I am, agreed to give Turner, Gen, and Deanna a ride to Roxy's (which I always call Moxie's). Chanel came over after work, and the plan was for me to drop off the kids while they see if Victoria was just getting off work (although they seemingly did not get there in time) at which point we'd all meet at Seattle. I thought I was clear when I told them Arthur street, but they wound up at Memorial.
While I was waiting in Seattle, the girl working there offered me some free coffee, and a few girls sitting at the table outside started waving and blowing me kisses (no joke!), but they didn't look much older than 16 or 17. Chanel didn't have her cell phone on (curses!) so I drove to Red River looking for them. After that I just left for home and had to sleep down here since my sheets are in the wash.
I was squeezing this rubber ball filled with water and sparkles, when it of course ruptured and proceeded to soak my digital camera, minidisc player, keyboard, palm pilot, one of my speakers, and half my desk. According to this post, there doesn't seem to be much damage to the keyboard, aside from it being marginally more sparkle filled than before, and I don't think anything else incurred much damage either.
I feel sick because my mom's been trying to find the perfect cookie recipe, and I have to be the judge for her. This grapfruit pop is my own fault, though.
Well, I cleaned up quite a bit, I think I'm gonna play some more Grandia 2.
Listening to... Static-X - Push It
Link of the moment... Man, I grew up on this stuff. Seriously, it taught me how to spell 'kerosene' for my grade six spelling bee.
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