$100 Williams and the Taste Sensation of the Century.

Oi vay. Here we enter to find our main character in another ridiculous dilemma that he has brought upon himself yet again...

Somehow I always do this. It's as if my life is a giant Archie comic, played out by real people, in real time. And it blows. However, this dilemma isn't so bad, I mean, it's not like I actually have two dates at the same time next Friday, no money to take Ronnie to the country club for the big dance, or gotten myself inadvertantly into a fight with Big Moose, nay, far from it. Although, it could have been just as easily avoided as any of the aforementioned scenarios.

Sometimes I can be a huge dink.

On a lighter note, I got my high school yearbook today. Boo-yes. Only one and a half years post-graduation. Naw, hey, I could really care less. I will likely look at it a couple times, then put it on a shelf never to be bathed by the light of day nor my gentle touch again. Symbolic, in a way. Blah, blah, blah, blaa...

Brand new $100 bills are awesome. Today I had 7 in my posession, and last week I had 16 of them. They are so crisp and fresh and awesome-looking. The disappointing part is never getting to keep them for very long. I always get afraid of carrying them with me, as I'm sure many do, and so, naturally, I tend to either deposit them or spend them almost immediately. It always hurts, almost like watching a limb of my own being snapped when they break those things. Not really, actually. I do like them, though.

Today I ate new-school 'pigs-in-a-blanket', which I made by rolling a dill pickle in a slice of bologna. It was a taste sensation the likes of which my buds had never had the opportunity to get acquainted with. Before today, that is. Mmmmm mmmm. They were 'the yum'.

Bum's gettin' numb. Ta-ta.

Daytona.