Crunch Workout = Ab Solution
A photo portrait cut-out of a tub of popcorn?? I decided to salute the creative department on that call with my ass crack.
Alex and I discuss the finer points of cunilingus in the most non-scripted photo-op imaginable. The yellow dude is a metaphor for the labia.
I'm hotter.
So you see what I got Bev for her birthday to adorn her new apartment. Those posters all cost upwards of $1200 to manufacture.
Cute thing at the petting zoo. I fancied the idea of going around telling all the children, "You know what this cute little porker's name is? Dinner!"
The Alexes having a "blast" on the children's ferris wheel.
Jasmine and Bev freak out after learning one of them was going to share a bed with me that night.
I'm a total spoil-sport. A rotten curmudgeon. Dr. Killjoy. Or maybe state fairs really do blow. Either way, I was too cheap to pay for anything. I think I'm at that stage where I can't even enjoy the most "thrilling" of coasters. I need to go sky-diving. Yeah....
Later that night, we watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Secret of the Ooze. I used to think I was a bright kid until last night. How I could have ever enjoyed that shit is beyond me. Yeah, I'm turning into a curmudgeon. I'm afraid I'm going to raise my kids to have the most elities bent imaginable. Well, at least musically (where I'll have the whole house wired to one iPod playing continuously). They're going to notice daddy squirming in his seat at the premiere to some Disney film or ready to fall asleep on the merry-go-round.
Alex, Bev, and I had a wicked exchange that I immediately dubbed "Livejournal-worthy," much to the chagrin of rolling eyes....
(packing trucks to move)
me: Do you want me to put this desk in the truck or in my van?
Bev: Don't forget about the TV.
me: Ahh, yes.
Bev: Touchee!
me: Ummm, no. Key. That was key. There was no touchee there.
Bev: No, it was touchee.
me: No, key.
Bev: I corrected you. What did I say?
me: All you said was "Don't forget about the TV."
Bev: Ahhh.
Alex: Touchee.
So, two points of contention concerning the Nancy situation.
1. I talked to a bunch of people when I was in Davis, and any sympathy you have for me from that other entry should be ignored. I did a lot more bone-headed things that I forgot to mention that pretty much sealed my fate.
2. It wasn't awkward at all seeing her again. She did her best to ignore me, but I really didn't care. The whole night was actually pretty therapeutic, in that sense where you build things in your head up much larger than they really are.
I'm addicted to DVD extras and actually grow to dislike good movies if the bonus features blow.
I'm off to get a job now.