Star Wars Virgin | 08/17/09
Over the weekend I lost my Star Wars virginity. I don't know if it's more rare to find a 30 year virgin-virgin or a 30 year old Star Wars virgin. I would be willing to bet, however, it is 100% to be 30 and be both types of virgin. Whatever, so Chris and Xan came over and we watched it on the big TV. It was pretty good and, unlike the last couple times I tried to lose it, I managed to stay awake the whole time. Apparently Jaba (two Bs?) wasn't in the original one and George Lucas put that scene off for two decades while the technology caught up. Again, whatever.
There's a new sheriff in Racquetballtown and he's got a dog named Chompy. Even though Chris and I split 2-2 I feel like I'm finally competitive. This level of skill doesn't come from...skill, but rather a basic understanding that if I can get myself into the middle of the court it greatly reduces by most serious weakness: running to the ball (really running in general).
I got my suits back from the dry cleaners and brought in all 11 of my dress shirts. Exciting times.
I'm so over living in my current apartment. I can't tell the story on here because it's X-rated but suffice it to say I'm counting the days until I move out. As if oddly-phrased eroticisms weren't enough, I've been watching HGTV and seeing 24 year olds buying houses with no downpayments is really starting to piss me off.