vulvatron

Woot...Goin home for the night to hit up dollar bowling with daniel...and to eat my parents' food of course... and to pawn my dog off on them too.

Last week we went dollar bowling on a tuesday. Let me set the scene real quick. Hillsboro bowling alley...ie all the farmers and hicks come out for the night because its dollar bowling, beer, and food night. Oh, its country music night too, little do we know. So we go, and get put on the lane next to the white trash who are missing teeth and chew on their gums a lot. The guy was older, with a beard, and almost blind. He took about 2 minutes to stand and meditate before he bowled each time, only to get gutter balls. I was fucking dying. Daniel called me evil because he was blind. Oh well, he shouldnt meditate so much. By the end of the 1st game, I wanted to shoot myself to the country music. Everyone was singing along around us.

So we found out Thursdays are dollar rock nights at the bowling alley. Anything is better than country. So I'm going, and I will be home tomorrow night sometime. My parents have a ghetto computer that I will somehow mangle to check SG, though. CUZ IM ADDICTED!