And before that...

It's sunday; I'm at work. It's ok, actually. Mostly. I'm here cause I couldn't get any tv testing done this week cause stupid fucking localization needed their forms built and installed and rebuilt and reinstalled and rebuilt and reinstalled and rebuilt and reinstalled approximately every five minutes this week. Not that I was bothered by that. At all. Or the opposite.

Hey wanna know what else is bugging me? Totally! Ok, it turns out I can't scuba (rhymes with cuba).. not just now anyway, cause of my stupid fucking worthless stomach and pussy ass esophagus. Great.

But i can snorkel. And you know what else I can do? Be in the sun. Also, did i mention trampoline?

Tramp O Line.

So whatever. I'll scuba some other time, when my pussy ass esophagus decides to buck the fuck up and stop taking that shit from my stomach.

Friday I bowled and in the lane next to us was a little girl and her dad. And she had a big yellow bowling ball with tweety bird on it, and it said "TINA" right above the little, tiny finger holes. And she bowled my ass under the table. This one time she got a strike and her dad looked like he might have an aneurysm he was so proud.. he looked over to us like "DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU SEE MY EIGHT YEAR OLD DAUGHTER WHOOP YOUR SLACK ASSES?"

My dad is going to teach me to use an abacus next time I go home. Then maybe we'll go the bowling alley, and I'll whip out my big yellow abacus with tweety bird on it, that's engraved "MARY CHEN" and I'll do figures with him. And I'll multiply 465 by 7823 in a few seconds flat and he'll stand up and look around like he's about to have an aneurysm and bellow "DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU SEE MY TWENTY FIVE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER MULTIPLY THE FUCK OUT OF THOSE FIGURES?"

Oh, the times we'll have.