Well it's 2:30 a.m.
I made myself a PB&J sammich, because PB always helps me sleep. Chunky style
Went to Hooters for dinner with Corinne, Ashley, Jason, Zach, and runnerguy. Was very good, but our waitress was retarded, as usual. Thank god for that ass.
Afterwards, runnerguy and I went to Walgreens, where I saw a nifty little toy called "Mrs. Wonderful." It's a plush woman with huge boobs that says delighful little phrases when you push her hand. "Oh it's okay that you left the toilet seat up, it just makes it easier to clean!" "No, honey, I'll take out the garbage. I need the exercise, anyway." And many others. Well, I usually don't get offended, but for some reason this little "novelty item" pissed me the fuck off. So I went up to the manager and said, '"Have you seen that Mrs, Wonderful doll?" And he said, "Yeah, what's wrong with it?" So I told him I was offended, and he looked at me like I was some militant ball-crunching feminist dyke. "Uh, well there's Mister Wonderful that makes fun of guys." Uh, no there wasn't sir. And even so, what would it say?
This reminds me of that Simpsons episode when Lisa buys the talking Malibu Stacy doll. "Let's bake some cookies for the boys!" "Let's forget our troubles with a big bowl of strawberry ice cream!" So she makes her own doll.
I could probably dismiss this all with "Oh, it's just PMS." But that would be shortchanging myself.
That PB is kicking in... Zzzz...
AND YES, I see the irony in having dinner at Hooters right before this incident. Shut the fuck up.
I made myself a PB&J sammich, because PB always helps me sleep. Chunky style
Went to Hooters for dinner with Corinne, Ashley, Jason, Zach, and runnerguy. Was very good, but our waitress was retarded, as usual. Thank god for that ass.
Afterwards, runnerguy and I went to Walgreens, where I saw a nifty little toy called "Mrs. Wonderful." It's a plush woman with huge boobs that says delighful little phrases when you push her hand. "Oh it's okay that you left the toilet seat up, it just makes it easier to clean!" "No, honey, I'll take out the garbage. I need the exercise, anyway." And many others. Well, I usually don't get offended, but for some reason this little "novelty item" pissed me the fuck off. So I went up to the manager and said, '"Have you seen that Mrs, Wonderful doll?" And he said, "Yeah, what's wrong with it?" So I told him I was offended, and he looked at me like I was some militant ball-crunching feminist dyke. "Uh, well there's Mister Wonderful that makes fun of guys." Uh, no there wasn't sir. And even so, what would it say?
This reminds me of that Simpsons episode when Lisa buys the talking Malibu Stacy doll. "Let's bake some cookies for the boys!" "Let's forget our troubles with a big bowl of strawberry ice cream!" So she makes her own doll.
I could probably dismiss this all with "Oh, it's just PMS." But that would be shortchanging myself.
That PB is kicking in... Zzzz...
AND YES, I see the irony in having dinner at Hooters right before this incident. Shut the fuck up.
That guy was an ass to you, though.
You've just been having some really strange days here lately, but maybe your medicine is making things seem a little more "vivid" than they actually are... Hope you start feeling better from all that stuff... you should keep an eye on my pics of my girlfriend in my folder... we had a little photo shoot this weekend and I'm going to be putting a couple of pics in there each day, and she looks gorgeous in them.
We're coming up to Knoxville for "The End" this weekend, too... maybe we'll see you there!