Minor Adjustment
So, that's the first punny title I've been able to conjur in a long time. Doold times return? No, probably not.
But anyway, Alyssa, when I said it was a joke that Ashley was going to be made my legal gaurdian for our trip to Cancun, I was misinformed. She is *actually* going to be my legal gaurdian. The irony of this, folks, is immense, as we have spent most of our friendship with me being the responsible one. "Ashley, don't touch that. Ashley, get down from there. Ashley, the sign says no trespassing." Heh, needless to say, at the news of her new position, she giggled her maniacal little giggle and declared the infinite nature of the possibilities.
Finally, Vladamir can legally take care of her Estragon.
I took a nice bike ride today. (I am presently eating an entire chocolate rabbit to compensate). I just decided it was a good day to take one, and I was hungry for something that wasn't leftovers and chocolate, so I hopped on the ol' ciclette and meandered down to Kings, as it is a reasonable and minimally hilly distance from my Haus. I sat at the sketchy old person bar again and ate fries and felt independent and badass. The claw machine across form me said, "Toy Shoppe: A Test of Skill". I thought it should say "of DOOM" somewhere, or that when I am Queen and I have a death pit where I send people like Nathan Hawk-or-whatever-his-name-is-bus-dickhead and Chuck Smith I will have a giant claw machine-like torture device that says simply above the door "A Test of Skill"...for irony's sake? Anyway, when the waiter gave me the check and I gave him the money, he asked if he could keep the change as tip (which was 75% of my bill) and I said sure. He was all, "Oh thank you, that's the best tip I've gotten all day, man." "Long day? Looks like it..." "Oh yeah, very long..." and I left. He was hot, so I don't feel bad about giving a 75% tip. Meh, reason to go back on Wednesday afternoons.
Then I went to Wiltshire and played on the swings. I would have satyed longer but for a bunch of little kids showing up. That's when I feel bad about being 17 and occupying the swings. I mean, I had my shot at swinging. i am a playground vampire for exactly that reason. The little kids make me feel bad. It's the same kind of bad-feeling that God gives me. I don't like it.
Then I went home, and that was my solitary bikey adventure. Parker would be proud, at least, that I got on the thing at all. I can feel muscles forming too. It's kinda cool. Now all that needs to happen is I need to cut out the chocolate bunnies and get into really good conversational habits with the Kings Bish so that I can still see him and not order anything.
But anyway, Alyssa, when I said it was a joke that Ashley was going to be made my legal gaurdian for our trip to Cancun, I was misinformed. She is *actually* going to be my legal gaurdian. The irony of this, folks, is immense, as we have spent most of our friendship with me being the responsible one. "Ashley, don't touch that. Ashley, get down from there. Ashley, the sign says no trespassing." Heh, needless to say, at the news of her new position, she giggled her maniacal little giggle and declared the infinite nature of the possibilities.
Finally, Vladamir can legally take care of her Estragon.
I took a nice bike ride today. (I am presently eating an entire chocolate rabbit to compensate). I just decided it was a good day to take one, and I was hungry for something that wasn't leftovers and chocolate, so I hopped on the ol' ciclette and meandered down to Kings, as it is a reasonable and minimally hilly distance from my Haus. I sat at the sketchy old person bar again and ate fries and felt independent and badass. The claw machine across form me said, "Toy Shoppe: A Test of Skill". I thought it should say "of DOOM" somewhere, or that when I am Queen and I have a death pit where I send people like Nathan Hawk-or-whatever-his-name-is-bus-dickhead and Chuck Smith I will have a giant claw machine-like torture device that says simply above the door "A Test of Skill"...for irony's sake? Anyway, when the waiter gave me the check and I gave him the money, he asked if he could keep the change as tip (which was 75% of my bill) and I said sure. He was all, "Oh thank you, that's the best tip I've gotten all day, man." "Long day? Looks like it..." "Oh yeah, very long..." and I left. He was hot, so I don't feel bad about giving a 75% tip. Meh, reason to go back on Wednesday afternoons.
Then I went to Wiltshire and played on the swings. I would have satyed longer but for a bunch of little kids showing up. That's when I feel bad about being 17 and occupying the swings. I mean, I had my shot at swinging. i am a playground vampire for exactly that reason. The little kids make me feel bad. It's the same kind of bad-feeling that God gives me. I don't like it.
Then I went home, and that was my solitary bikey adventure. Parker would be proud, at least, that I got on the thing at all. I can feel muscles forming too. It's kinda cool. Now all that needs to happen is I need to cut out the chocolate bunnies and get into really good conversational habits with the Kings Bish so that I can still see him and not order anything.