How does someone with nothing end up with so much to show for it?
Wellllllll what have I been up to. I went to a Sox game last week FO FREE with Ishmael, Mario and Mario's friend. Our boss gave us tickets and it rules. We won 7-4 versus Minnesota and Jermaine Dye hit a grand slam! There were no fireworks though, because it was Dog-Day at the ballpark and fireworks would scare all the doggies that were there.
Speaking of dogs, I have been spending a lot of time volunteering at PAWS. I am really enjoying it and every time I go, I pick out a new favorite dog. When I arrive for my next volunteer shift, I find that almost always my favorite has been adopted! I have made it into a fun game. Today I decided to make it a little more challenging and my new favorite is an 8 year old Schnauzer named Jacob. He is missin some teeth but he LOVES hugs and I love givin em, so we are good buddies. Hopefully when I go in tomorrow a nice old lady will be taking him home to sit on the couch with her for the rest of their happy wonderful lives together
On Saturday I went to see "Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind" which was a lot of fun. I went with my favorite name twins, Collin and Colleen. While waiting in line, I told Colleen the story of the party/show I attended the previous Saturday, which went as follows: Collin and I arrived at this party/show because we wanted to see the band Clique Talk but when we got there, the opening "band" called Pure Magical Love was performing. This "band" consisted of one female dressed in sequins singing and playing keyboard while 12-15 topless females rolled around/seized on the floor while occasionally groping each other/making out/taking off each other's underwear/throwing glitter into the air/humping the strobe light. This went on for about an hour and a half and it smelled like body odor. After all THAT, Clique talk was coming on, so Collin and I went to the back of the room to take off our hoodies so we could dance without constraints. Clique Talk went on, and were very enjoyable, Collin and I danced accordingly. Afterward, Collin and I went to retrieve our hoodies, and while Collin's was there, mine had gone missing. I looked over to the left, and saw two people having sex with each other as if they were in a competition of who can fuck the other one the hardest and the loudest and with the most reckless abandon and least regard to the fact that they looked like they were absolutely fucking each other to death. I then looked back at Collin and said "my hoodie :(" so Collin walked over to the pile of fucking and yelled HEY in their faces, and then shouted HAVE YOU SEE A BROWN HOODIE? The female half of the pile then pulled my hoodie out from under her ASS and said "this one?" Now my hoodie has AIDS and I don't know what to do about it besides keep it in a plastic bag and make plans to disinfect it (how does one disinfect a hoodie? Is this a lost cause?) Well now I am making a sad face about it too, but I don't know if that is helping at all
Welp that seems like a nice way to wrap up this entry. The END
Speaking of dogs, I have been spending a lot of time volunteering at PAWS. I am really enjoying it and every time I go, I pick out a new favorite dog. When I arrive for my next volunteer shift, I find that almost always my favorite has been adopted! I have made it into a fun game. Today I decided to make it a little more challenging and my new favorite is an 8 year old Schnauzer named Jacob. He is missin some teeth but he LOVES hugs and I love givin em, so we are good buddies. Hopefully when I go in tomorrow a nice old lady will be taking him home to sit on the couch with her for the rest of their happy wonderful lives together
On Saturday I went to see "Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind" which was a lot of fun. I went with my favorite name twins, Collin and Colleen. While waiting in line, I told Colleen the story of the party/show I attended the previous Saturday, which went as follows: Collin and I arrived at this party/show because we wanted to see the band Clique Talk but when we got there, the opening "band" called Pure Magical Love was performing. This "band" consisted of one female dressed in sequins singing and playing keyboard while 12-15 topless females rolled around/seized on the floor while occasionally groping each other/making out/taking off each other's underwear/throwing glitter into the air/humping the strobe light. This went on for about an hour and a half and it smelled like body odor. After all THAT, Clique talk was coming on, so Collin and I went to the back of the room to take off our hoodies so we could dance without constraints. Clique Talk went on, and were very enjoyable, Collin and I danced accordingly. Afterward, Collin and I went to retrieve our hoodies, and while Collin's was there, mine had gone missing. I looked over to the left, and saw two people having sex with each other as if they were in a competition of who can fuck the other one the hardest and the loudest and with the most reckless abandon and least regard to the fact that they looked like they were absolutely fucking each other to death. I then looked back at Collin and said "my hoodie :(" so Collin walked over to the pile of fucking and yelled HEY in their faces, and then shouted HAVE YOU SEE A BROWN HOODIE? The female half of the pile then pulled my hoodie out from under her ASS and said "this one?" Now my hoodie has AIDS and I don't know what to do about it besides keep it in a plastic bag and make plans to disinfect it (how does one disinfect a hoodie? Is this a lost cause?) Well now I am making a sad face about it too, but I don't know if that is helping at all
Welp that seems like a nice way to wrap up this entry. The END