life and times of JM
Bowling tonight. First time visiting after dark; worrisome because ~bad neighborhood~. But then, full of nothing. but. Mennonites. ... Amusing: couple little kids gawked in confusion, as if I was one of them. Dude bowling next to us looked like korky, so I gawked back.
Not a terrible bowler, but not a great bowler either. I'm missing.. something. Strike strike gutter bowl. Fuck, wtf. Alcohol's to blame, mayhaps. Bowled a strike, but forgot to start a new game, so it went unrecorded. So instead I ended up with 9; missed my spare. Dammit.
Lately I've felt like I would enjoy getting paid for my opinion. Oh how arrogant.
I've resorted to eating at the same shitty restaurant that annoys me on the off chance that I run into her again so I can ask for her number. High class. Not a complete stranger, though. Used to work together at Wintergreen, then ran into her while eating with M. I always felt from the beginning that I was bothering her, however M's very convinced that she likes me and I should ask for her number.
This is why M works for me; she created a win-win situation. Either, I score a date. Or, I prove M wrong. Thus, mainly I'm motivated out of spite.
Haaaaate that I have a weak constitution. Hate. Totally jives with my personality. I wish it didn't matter, that I could eat and drink anything and I'd be perfectly fine. Instead of: Mexican food + hot wings + alcohol = one pissed off stomach.
Not a terrible bowler, but not a great bowler either. I'm missing.. something. Strike strike gutter bowl. Fuck, wtf. Alcohol's to blame, mayhaps. Bowled a strike, but forgot to start a new game, so it went unrecorded. So instead I ended up with 9; missed my spare. Dammit.
Lately I've felt like I would enjoy getting paid for my opinion. Oh how arrogant.
I've resorted to eating at the same shitty restaurant that annoys me on the off chance that I run into her again so I can ask for her number. High class. Not a complete stranger, though. Used to work together at Wintergreen, then ran into her while eating with M. I always felt from the beginning that I was bothering her, however M's very convinced that she likes me and I should ask for her number.
This is why M works for me; she created a win-win situation. Either, I score a date. Or, I prove M wrong. Thus, mainly I'm motivated out of spite.
Haaaaate that I have a weak constitution. Hate. Totally jives with my personality. I wish it didn't matter, that I could eat and drink anything and I'd be perfectly fine. Instead of: Mexican food + hot wings + alcohol = one pissed off stomach.