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Take My Kidneys Thanks to the OTB boardsters for some new entries in our homophobophobia dictionary: "Dude, what are you, straight or something?" "You hetero!" And, "Shut up, you straightwad."I slapped lots of ass tonight. Ah, let me explain. It was a slow night for football in Hicksville, GA. There was a really bad turnout. I'm not sure if we won or lost, we left a bit early. Things did get interesting when Maddie, Carley, Ashley and I started an ass-slapping fight. I'm a tad sore; I probably have some red handprints down there somewhere. Also, Carley fed me chicken bits like a mama bird, I sat in some nachos a little bit, and Jay did his awful/funny French starving artist act. Lovely beret that boy has. A Certain Boy asked Katie and I if we had any rolling paper, notebook paper, any paper at all. He seemed desperate. I wasn't shocked. I am worried. I really can't go into detail, but it does worry me for...other reasons. So, moving on. I finally got my permit, too. The DMV is tiny, smelly, located in front of the most ghetto-countrified bowling alley around, and generally icky. My picture is blech, very blech. I look dumbfounded, stoned, and shiny. This is really terrible and non-pc of me, but judging from my license you'd think I have a touch of Down syndrome. *wince* I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But it's true. I didn't think you had to specify organ donor or not for your learners, and when the DMV lady asked my mom, she said no. That irked me a little, because I've always assumed that I would be. It's no fun to think about, sure, but if I'm dead anyway, why not help someone out with a kidney or two? Go ahead, take it. Enjoy. Ghostie Haley won't mind, I promise. Blame the dullness and disjointedness on my hot-chocolate-scorched tonsils and a post sugar high crash and burn. I'm going to bed. 2003-10-10 @ 10:59 p.m. |