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yay for easy amusement. that is the summary for my evening.
i volunteered to grace leslie with my presence last night, and she accepted, so we played putt-putt. my putter was bent, so like any guy would do, i was going to just bend it back. well that didn't work. i obviously didn't know my own strength and i broke the handle in half. then i played terrible (but it was secretly on purpose to make leslie feel better about sucking so bad). i mentioned that i was going to tcby, and she insisted that she come and sit to watch me eat ice cream. and then we walked outside to leave, but instead stood there for an hour. we fought, she got mitch-slapped a couple of times, but she won in the end by smacking my sun-burnt arms. so after taking one shot at my pride, she decided that she would take another and insult my hands. so because my hands are unproportional, she questioned me by saying, "guys are supposed to have bigger hands than me. what does that say about your manhood?" i have no more to say about that.
i came home and went to bed so that i could get at least 6 hours of sleep. amazingly, given my tiredness, work was ok this morning. i sorted for the trucks on the boxline that most of the burlington/elon stuff goes to, so if you get a package through UPS today, i most likely touched it. and that is a satisfying thought.
like i said, it's the simple things.
i volunteered to grace leslie with my presence last night, and she accepted, so we played putt-putt. my putter was bent, so like any guy would do, i was going to just bend it back. well that didn't work. i obviously didn't know my own strength and i broke the handle in half. then i played terrible (but it was secretly on purpose to make leslie feel better about sucking so bad). i mentioned that i was going to tcby, and she insisted that she come and sit to watch me eat ice cream. and then we walked outside to leave, but instead stood there for an hour. we fought, she got mitch-slapped a couple of times, but she won in the end by smacking my sun-burnt arms. so after taking one shot at my pride, she decided that she would take another and insult my hands. so because my hands are unproportional, she questioned me by saying, "guys are supposed to have bigger hands than me. what does that say about your manhood?" i have no more to say about that.
i came home and went to bed so that i could get at least 6 hours of sleep. amazingly, given my tiredness, work was ok this morning. i sorted for the trucks on the boxline that most of the burlington/elon stuff goes to, so if you get a package through UPS today, i most likely touched it. and that is a satisfying thought.
like i said, it's the simple things.