someone asked me today if i was all stiff the day after the picnic from all that strenuous volleyball.
guys, i’m fat and i had forgotten the direction of rotation — but i was playing with ten year-olds. sheesh. in other news, i’m enjoying the fact that i am singlehandedly keeping a four-seat table away from the softball-playing smirking losers trying to find seats in this pub. you know why? because the bar staff know me and i’m not a shithead like you. i may be blogging… but still not a loser softball-playing shithead. mnuahahahah. in other other news, i am forced against my will to wonder what this softball-playing loser shithead meant, exactly, when he said “guys, i’m going to hit the head; do you want anything?” maybe i should give up this table, after all.you know what, guys?
i and people like me actually run this nation. me. the fat chick in the white sox jersey (#14; Konerko; thank you). we make your movies; we keep your money moving. direct deposit? that’s me. email? that’s me. i keep the booze moving too, because, UPS and fedex? we pwn them. it’s all about the computers. and you and your silly twit friends who, like, type memos quickly? we pwn you too. so don’t lean on my table, bitch, ‘cos i’ll take you to school. (and i did! hah!)there’s some basketball game on tonight.
who knew? ?…or not.
family matters necessitate driving down south for the weekend. i expect that the twelve-hour drives (each way) will be the most pleasant parts of the time. sorry for radio silence lately. it’s been nothing worth writing about, except for the occasional photo op. if i had a fancy-pants plugin (or cared), i’d post my delicious links to the blog automagically, but … i don’t. there may be some more photo ops while i’m gone, assuming i have cell signal for this silly gadget. presumably there may be some flickr fodder as well, as early summer is not an altogether unpretty time to pass through the ozarks, though i’m not exactly going to be sightseeing. still, i’ll be missing pride, a cookout, and a friend’s birthday party in order to go away this weekend, and those are just the cherries on top of what constitutes a rotten road trip sundae already. oh well. at least i’ll be able to make inroads on my trucker tan.
