Quick funny bit...

I ran to Ridgedale today to buy a last minute gift card. They actually bagged the silly little thing. Anyway, as I ran to leave, I noticed a woman w/too many parcels in hand, trying to hit the handicap door button. I quickly side-stepped around her and like a true gent- held the door.

"Thank You" says she.
To which I reply: "Oh don't worry, I've got a smaller package"

It didn't even occur to me what I had just said until I was about 15 feet away from my Saturn. When the blood runs away from your face, it gets a lot colder outside.


The Party will commence this Saturday. Block E, at the Video-Game-A-Rama. Long Live the New Flesh, and all that stuff. I suck at bowling, so let's hope I get at least one or two folks out that like to play "ghetto-hockey" (Air-Hockey, for those who didn't grow up in Beeps.) I've had a few folks ask me why I don't just have a party on Sunday Night?
1) School night. Peeps work the next day.
2) J has Saturday night off. (And 2 shows the next day to make up for it.) It's been
a while since we've been able to go out together, much less party. So yeah. I
hope that there'll be some peeps who be free.

2 shopping days 'til I'm dirty thirty.


ps: Mo-Fo's, (i.e. Marshall Fields) carries "Acid Washed" Sweaters. Ala' the acid warshed jeans craze of the late 80's. I don't buy clothes too often, but lemme just say: Why in the hell would I wanna buy a stinkin' acid warshed sweater when I have 5 or 6 that have faded perfectly well on their own. Thank You.

Quick shout out to Latts. Everytime I get a chance to see him again, it's always really good to see him again. Not many friends are like that. Y'know?