Daily Update

My new poison has been found. Not video games, not driving fast, not any thing else illegal, but donuts. Simple donuts. Stans dounts to be spacific. I need to seek councelling for such an addiction I think. I recently come across the most spectacular delight. I'm not even sure what they call it. I just point and make a grunting sound usually. (Its a guy thing). Its some sort of crumpled up donut, filled with a type of cream cheese, then swamped in glaze, and then mounded with a heaping pile of syrupy cherries. Its quite delectable! I recomend it to everyone, but not more than two times a week, otherwise it could be come a problem.

Last night was dance night. We were learning the Waltz. It was fun and informitive for jims mind, but jim's feet didn't agree. I think they are still dizzy from all the spinning. It should have been easy, but when I told my feet to do what Paul told us to do, they didn't cooperate. Somewhere inbetween the brain and feet the sinapses stopped firing. It was emotionally difficult as well, because I also had to concentrate so I didn't step on anyone's feet or pull a 'paul davis'(grope the girl, and then point and stare at her boobs, while telling her, and others, that he
just grabbed her boob), (like with Missy, EmWin's friend.) I would try to look the girl in the eyes, while with my periferal vision, concentrating on where her feet were thus giving the girl a cold dumb blank stalker-stare. That didn't always work out so well. Then long after the whole evening was over I was showing jilly-bean what grace I had, and busted out a few steps which we had just learned, and boy did I look great. I felt much more confident when the girl (jill in this case) knew what they were doing (where to put her feet, and when), and wouldn't do it wrong and tell me that THEY were right, when they weren't.

After dancing we were going to go to Jam's softball game, but two key people decided to take a nap at 8-9pm, namely the driver, and the only person who knew where it was taking place. So we ended up watching a movie at Beaner's place. well, some of them did. For me it was back to the batcave to work on a long overdue painting.

Today Don and I went back to Aphrodite's lair in Beverly Hills. We didn't see her, but we saw some of her assistants. Wow, as well.

At work today, almost half the office is gone; Funeral, Camping, Disneyland, Hawaii, or just missing. What kind of excuses are those?! Needless to say its very quiet around here.

Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice.

I'm listening to a cool band named Spoon right now. They're alternitive, no metal.