The other day I not only met Cake Woman’s mother, but she gave me a terrific haircut. According to Cake Woman, this usually results in a breakup within a week. About two and a half months ago, Dan told Cake Woman that he gave us three months. If you subscribe to those methods of divination, we should be taking a side trip to splitsville sometime during our New York vacation. Are you as excited as I am?
Radio K did not send Zach an updated stalking list DJ schedule. Who was playing the reminder of my painful youth 90s flashback?
Cake Woman got a computer from her mother. It is an iMac G3 running at a glorious 400MHz. I donated a 128M stick of RAM to it’s innards, bring it to a glorious 256M level. Using this computer makes me weep.
Paul spotted a white hair on the right side of my head. It is apparently quite long. Better white hairs than no hairs.
When Cake Woman was over on Friday we made gnocchi. They were delicious, but they took forever.
We bowled six games tonight — my best game was 107, and the rest were like 60. I was a lot more consistent — consistently knocking down seven to nine pins per frame. I got two total strikes for the day. Cake Woman’s best game was a 133.
Cake Woman got her new bowling ball yesterday and had it drilled almost immediately. She decided that it would be more cost effective to bowl for $1.50 a line in the morning than for whatever ungodly sum it is in the evening, so this morning we headed out bright and early to the Blainbrook Entertainment Center to break in her pearl blue ball. We were the first people to bowl, so when Cake Woman finished entering our names (”Death Cougar” for her and “Bilbo” for me), our lane broke the silence with a roar of machinery springing into action.
No, sorry. If it were that easy I would just put the Diabolical Biz Markie on repeat and drag myself out of it. Fuck yeah. However, NYC planning is going well, and as soon as I write one single paragraph for CSci 3081W, I will go to bed with a beautiful woman during the 24 hours of Valentine’s Day, and this time I didn’t have to pay for it and I probably won’t get crabs.
I’ve already got the syphilis. HAPPY VD!
Tonight, Cake Woman told me that she is taking me to New York City for spring break. This is the best Valentine’s Day ever, and it isn’t even Valentine’s Day yet. I usually can’t put into words how Cake Woman makes me feel, but it is always something akin to elation. When she smiles at me it’s like I’m not even on the planet anymore.
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