July 08, 2006 - 11:47 am scott's having problems with his underwear. to me, it's hilarious. to him, not so much. i don't think i help matters if i bust up laughing because he gives me a look, a kind of murderous look. scott: i hate these stupid underwear! anyway, we're sitting at home, being the broke and bored married couple. i'm old. god, i am so old. one of the department stores is having a major sale. i LOVE major sales. i esepcially love a bargain. but we have less than $30 between us until monday. so it is futile to think about it, but jesus christ, i want to go shopping. totally unfair. i've got a trial at a gym coming up. we'll see how it goes. i fear classes at the moment though. i don't want to see myself jumping around in the mirror, twice the size of everyone else. also, i'm slightly worried about the financial situation. a gym membership is not that cheap. work is not exciting. there is a chick, let's call her alanah, because that's her name. she is in no uncertain terms fucking insane. i'm having problems ignoring her. she's a racist, ignorant nutcase that starts fights for no aparent reason. bah! oh well, i'm going to play rollercoaster tycoon now. envy my exciting life.
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