ok. i just got back from wal*mart located in leicester, ma. there were a number of families there with teen-aged kids out grocery shopping. what the hell? i can not for the life of me recall one time when my mom rolled me out of bed at 11:30 at night and told me it was time to pick up some TIDE and a dozen eggs. i could feel my bones age as i shot "isn't it a little late for kids to be out right now?" out of the side of my mouth.
as jared and i waited in line he let me know that the 6'2" broomstick headed towards us (with a glorious string of a ponytail that even andrew w.k. would envy) used to go to school with him and insisted on wearing a black trenchcoat right after columbine. well, this guy and the rest of his d&d crew; the hob-goblin and the dwarf, came right behind us in in line.
so, ponytail is standing almost on top of jared's head and the line is taking forever. now, don't get me wrong; seeing jared in any sort of legitimate pain or distress kills me......BUT i do absolute relish in the thought of jared boiling because of a pack of nerds' close proximity. he sweats bullets! he gets so easily annoyed. he cracks me up.
side note: when a pregnant woman makes you mad, are you allowed to get bitchy with her?
i'm done for now.