08/05/2005 Archived Entry: "Pool shoes"

Okay, so, buying pool shoes in August is retarded, because THERE ARE NONE. We went to Wal-Mart, Academy, Pay Less, and finally Oshman's--and only Oshman's had any at all, and they only had like ten pairs in the clearance section. Fortunately, they had my size, but The Wife had to buy the smallest pair of men's shoes because they had no ladies sizes--and even the smallest ones were still way the hell too big for her cute little feet.

Weight dropping rapidly as water weight comes off. Now down to 215. Wheeeeeee! I know the sudden loss will stabilize, very soon, but hell--if I could maintain it at this level for like a month, I'd be set!

Massurah just threw a hanful of large, foam LEGO blocks at me and reminded me to come over for BSG tonight. The two of us share a 3 person corner cube; I'm in the northeast point, the northwest point is empty, Massurah is in the southwest point, and the southeast point is open to the hallway. This is the most awesome working arrangement that I could ever have dreamed of--the only thing better would be if I worked with The Wife. As it is, I get to spend the whole day, every day, working with one of my best (and most gassy--whew!) buddies.

Now Massurah is babbling at me. What a tard. YOU'RE A TARD. YES. YOU. STOP READING MY SCREEN OVER MY SHOULDER, YOU TARD.

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