first of all, it was roughly 294 degrees inside the bowling alley tonight. for a majority of the night i just sat on a stool and sweat like a pig. also, i saw more tank-topped hairy backs than any one woman should have to see in her lifetime. also frank, who is probably about 67 years old was wearing brand new rustlers just for the occassion.

also tom finally, after nearly two years discovered my nose ring:
“what’s that?”
“a nosering.”
“is that why you had to raise the beer prices to pay for that nosering.”
“i’ve only had it since i was like 23.”
“listen here sassy, if i had a magnet i’d use it to pull you right over this counter.”
“you just want one.”
“nah, if i had one it’d be up near my eyeball because i pick my nose so much.”
“you can still pick your nose with it in.”
“how?”
“i’m not going to show you how.”
“listen here, next time i run into you at rainbow i’m gonna kick your ass. i woulda kicked it last time but you were in the frozen food aisle.”

yeah, so how was your monday?