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2001-05-19 :: 10:41 a.m.
Shut up. As far as I'm concerned, bowling is a cigarette, a social event, and cocktail RUINED. Between smokes and drinks and conversation, I have to go roll a ball down a lane and then get back to more important things. Maybe I'm not suburban enough. Anyway, it's off to the park on a blanket with the Stoosher and Jimmy Corrigan and later, Tallboy's party with my 'Nuns. I'm thinking about the boy who's going to travel with my heart next week. I hope he doesn't lose it in a gas station or a motel and that it has a good time seeing the sites of the open road with him. At what point do I admit that I'm powerless? Okay... ... now. |