nothing tells me a store is not "better than a pawn shop" than a store called "better than a pawn shop."

so that's why i take my possessions to the "plain talk pawn shoppe," where no one tries to call an ass a horse.

things have been going well, although i'm finding myself getting homesick more often than i frankly feel comfortable about. sometimes, i wish my girlfriends, my childhood friends, hell, my family and neighbors would all move to my grand rapids neighborhood, so i could be all, "hey, gramma, let's go to marie catribs and get some french peasant tarts" and she'd be like, "girl, you know i prefer wolfgangs," and laughter ensues, ROLL CREDITS.

at first, i used the word "bitch," just now, as in, "bitch, you know i prefer wolfgang's," and i read it and it actually hurt my eyes to think about my grandmother using that word. my eyes are bleeding right now just from the sacrilege i almost committed.

i'm at work right now, obviously in gross violation of company policy that prohibits personal use of the information superhighway. hopefully, i'll get out in time to get to founders for potato moon tonight, where i can see the familiar (and missed!) faces of peter, erin and fatty. maybe their faces will be nice and drunk! i hope so! it's saturday night after all. i'm figuring i can afford to get in what with the cover charge because i sold my rare jade collection today at the motherf&*cking pawn shop.