My apologies to all who anticipated a boxing match tonight – I was prepared, I swear. (The Wonder Woman Underroos were in attendance, I assure you.) And they really were sweetass 70s sheets. But, lucky for Emily (ha ha!), I can’t in good conscience fight for E.T. It’d be like me fighting to save Avril Lavigne’s life. And you know how I feel about that.

This afternoon I took a miniature road trip down to Milwaukee because it was freakin’ beautiful outside, I still had a gift certificate from xmas for the Boston Store, and sometimes when I don’t really have anything to do I like to drive. I got down there and ended up milling through the store for over an hour because I don’t do a lot of shopping at Robinson’s May type establishments, and I hadn’t really thought before going down there if there was anything I needed.

P.S. – I’m watching M*A*S*H, and that show fucking rocks. Seriously.

By the time I was done at the Boston store I didn’t feel like being at the mall anymore; I had looked up some nearby fabric stores online so I thought maybe I’d go see about dress fabric for prom. I’m thinkin’ about sewing a dress because:

a) I don’t have enough stoopid projects around my house to work on
b) it’s way cheap if you find a good discount fabric store
c) I can make something crazycool
d) it’s good practice and I’ve never made anything that involved before
e) when our prom’s done I can send it to my little sisters that are in high school, and they can possibly use it at one of their dances or something

So anyways, the first fabric store I had looked up wasn’t open on Sundays. I drove for another 10 minutes or so to the other one, and not only was that one in a really shitty neighborhood, but it was also nonexistent. Like the building it should have been in was completely empty. So, kind of annoyed with that and cursing the day I moved too far away to drive to the fashion district in downtown L.A., I started home.

About 15 minutes after getting on the freeway, there was a convertible with four college-y type kids in it. I think one of the guys lost a bet or something, because he was riding in the backseat wearing a necktie.

And, quite possibly, nothing else.

That’s most likely wishful thinking on my part. He probably had pants on.

But it was funny, because not only was he half-naked, he was waving wildly at every car that passed theirs.

The rest of the drive home was extremely uneventful, except for the part where I thought I was getting pulled over by the fuzz. Thank god he was actually pulling over the car in front of me. I was scared straight by it, though, and slowed down to the speed limit.

For about 30 seconds.

I hope work tomorrow isn’t horribly overwhelming. I’m getting the feeling there’s going to be a lot on my shoulders this season and I don’t really feel like I’m prepared to handle it just yet. I still feel really new and bumbling and lame.

Whutever. G’night suckas.