I am continuously updating my little list of life goals. I've done many of them, but I've yet to make someone spit orange juice through their nose while reading/listening to something I've written/said. I've seen water. I've seen milk. I've even seen margarita, but I've not seen orange juice. It's a humble goal and one I'd like to achieve in the next while.
Tonight, I played pool badly, got my ass beat hardcore at air hockey twice, and saw my friend get to level 12 on the arcade game Galaga. Next week, we are supposed to meet for bottomless wine at a local Boulder bar (very dangerous). I even told the story where I hissed at a grocery store employee for suggesting I go to the self-checkout lane (I hate those so much, words can't express). The highlight tonight was watching some loudly drunk chick-stranger ask other strangers "What the fuck are you doing?" repeatedly. I expected a fight, but people seemed willing to talk with her. It's amazing the answers you get when you ask an honest question.
An Erinku:
fingernail polish
on knee
salvaging (I hope)
another pair
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