Everything that you could never say would never matter anyway
I am in a foul mood. I think it has something to do with all this mother-fucking rain. I am sick of it!
I had a meeting this morning that I thought was going to be boring so I took a NoDoz and washed it down with 4 cups of coffee because it seemed like a good idea at the time. I was not bored at all. In fact, I kept bobbing my head to the drum solo from In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida that was looping in my brain and occasionally blurting out random facts about residual chlorine levels and the export of the goddamn gaseous hydrocarbons (two subjects I know absolutely nothing about). I’ve decided that during these meetings I can either fall asleep or act like an epileptic with Tourette Syndrome. Always in search of a happy medium – the story of my life.
Anyway, I am never meaner than when I am coming down from a caffeine high. It’s not pretty. I get a headache and spit callously in the faces of innocent children and old people and hope that my saliva contains some type of flesh-eating acid. Don’t worry. They deserve it.
I had fun last night. The boy and I went bowling with Jamie and Dave. I kicked ass in the first game…surprisingly. I am never good at bowling. I get nervous that people are looking at my butt. Dave even took a picture of it for me. The score - not my butt. Dirty.
I had a meeting this morning that I thought was going to be boring so I took a NoDoz and washed it down with 4 cups of coffee because it seemed like a good idea at the time. I was not bored at all. In fact, I kept bobbing my head to the drum solo from In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida that was looping in my brain and occasionally blurting out random facts about residual chlorine levels and the export of the goddamn gaseous hydrocarbons (two subjects I know absolutely nothing about). I’ve decided that during these meetings I can either fall asleep or act like an epileptic with Tourette Syndrome. Always in search of a happy medium – the story of my life.
Anyway, I am never meaner than when I am coming down from a caffeine high. It’s not pretty. I get a headache and spit callously in the faces of innocent children and old people and hope that my saliva contains some type of flesh-eating acid. Don’t worry. They deserve it.
I had fun last night. The boy and I went bowling with Jamie and Dave. I kicked ass in the first game…surprisingly. I am never good at bowling. I get nervous that people are looking at my butt. Dave even took a picture of it for me. The score - not my butt. Dirty.
10 Comments:
I, too, eagerly clicked the link before reading that it was a picture of the score. Ah well, at least it appears that you won. We love Crystal, yes we do. We love Crystal, how 'bout you?
I threw three X's in a row the other night for my bowling trip, though my picture didn't turn out well enough to make my blog.
That's funny! I mean, how could you know anything about residual chlorine or gaseous hydrocarbons? You're just a girl!
I am a horrible bowler. I just have fun and don't worry about the score. Luckily, I am not competitive.
Ugh! Coming down from a caffeine high is the worst-- which is why I usually just have to completely avoid it.
You rock the party at bowling. I think you should quit your job and start "professional" bowling. You would at least be the cutest bowler in the league :)
I don't bowl, but two people at 100 points and one at 45 points??? Do they ride the short bus?
No rain up here in Seattle. Did y'all steal our rain?
People still go bowling?
What self respecting men would lose to a girl in bowling? The men in your life need to sack up.
I agree with Blur. The men in your life do indeed need to sack up. Taking a picture of your butt will be a fine start.
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