drunk

this is prolly the first time that i posted on this particular blog drunk. pretty cool huh? i knew you'd be impressed. (that was sarcasm, i expect that you dont give two shits, let alone one.)

so i'm off i have better things to do than hope you read my blog? rude no? makes things a little interesting

lesson of the day: posting drunk isn't a good idea!

the washing machine of life

for the first time in my life i have to wash my clothes at a coin wash. oh the agony. because i'm new to the whole carting my clothes around the neighbourhood so i can put soap on them, i read the instructions.

on the dryer, they read:

1. check interior for children or pets before loading clothes.
2. load wet clothes into machine.
3....well the rest are all normal, but i thought number one was funny.

how could you not see a child inside? i mean you go to one because it apears empty. no one just walks up randomly to one with eyes closed and hope the one they've chosen is vacant, and esspecially that it contains no children or pets.

i mean how do you know that the children arn't hidden amongst our wet clothing. they dont tell us to check that. if they are all ready in there we could unwhittingly toss them in!

and why are these warnings not on the washing machine. thats where we pour the bleach and chemicals. shouldn't we be checking there? they'd go blind!

today's lesson: well i think its fairly obvious here, just follow those laundry directions they post.

wrestling

this year i've done some wrestling, and found that i really enjoy it. it all started at festivus, when i had to challenge someone to a fight. i chose a tiny gurl, cause i thought i could kick her ass. boy was i wrong. the drunkard smashed me into a pulp, but she couldn't pin me down. boy, was i sore.

then one summery night, i went to see the second showing of the pillow fight league on a whim. they allowed amateurs to come up. i didn't have a name, so they put down krazy karen. and i was up against some satanico something or other. every one booed me at first cause my name totally sucked ass. but when they saw me fight, they cheered me on. but of course i still lost. boy, was i sore.

then this weekend, on a rafting trip, new employees were made to fight in a raft filled with jello. at the end we could go up to wrestle. i wrested a guy first, one i drove up to the event with, and then a gurl who came with the same crew. i've learned from my past fights, but of course i still got my ass kicked. boy, was i sore.

next time, i'll make a point of stretching before the fight.