not that you probably haven’t had enough of me today, but i was reminded (by mr. many days) that i never shared the juicy details of my roommate’s group trip to the strip bar with pizza buffet. i can’t even say that with a straight face. well it turned out the “pizza buffet” was the bartender microwaving red baron personal pizzas for any and all takers. how incredibly sad and pathetic and hilarious is that? and since the chairs are right up on the, what, runway i guess you call it, where the girls dance, instead of with tables in front of them, the five guys had to sit and eat their pizza pulled right up against where the stripping was happening. what a great image, just sitting there inches from nude girls eating microwave pizza. outstanding.

oh, and it looks like no ghost world for me tonight. but i’ll see that movie, and soon, that’s a promise! now how ’bout i finish that book…