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i was anticipating continuing on the neoplasticity project all week . got some yellow and a new brush and spread the word from west hollywood to the (omigawd) valley .
then i went bowling .
raving
i dont bowl . ever . it was a change of pace so i said 'ok' .
have i told you i rule ? well , i do .
i broke a hundred in two of three games . the only thing that kept me from being the supreme ruler of all bowlers was this great half red and blue swirly ball that screamed for the domination of all pin kind . it seems that sort of thing is best suited fer someone with smaller fingers . so i got stuck with this bubble gum pink ball that announces in a low booming voice that my name is shirley .
while we're on the subject of balls and shirleys . . . whats with the other people there ?
i mean the ones who take bowling wa-a-a-y too seriously . this guy in the lane to the left kept lookin at me like i had befouled the place by showing up .
i tried to apologize to him by saying i was just there fer the fashionable shoes and oh so parisienne clothes . somehow he didnt seem to find me amusing . so i waited fer him to go throw his balls . he steadied himself in drunken concentration , swung his arm back , threw the ball and then launched his ass toward the floor with force of an angry third grader at the end of the line on chocloate milk day .
at least i was amused .
well thats it . i ' ll keep ya updated . |
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