Sarah Bellum's Tales of Wit and Charm

we celebrated aimee getting old with dinner at trio. sometimes it’s fun for us to take our favorite punk rock couple to yuppie dinner locations.

ben came along to haul our drunk asses around, what a good brother (see ben, i appreciate you!). however, he thought it would be entertaining to drive us in a oversized, loud truck. of course he was the only one who found it at all funny. he had to coax me into it with promises of beer…it worked. we ended up at the twilite, and surprisingly we weren’t the only ones there this time.

we continued the celebration today with a trip to yuppie-bux and an afternoon adventure at target. welcome to old age, aimee!

I don’t know which is better: my love life, or the new cast of dancing with the stars.

It’s too close to call at this point.

my co-worker, gray, is a supervisor over three women–apparently this title is going to his head, and his bible.

while out riding last night jb and ak stopped at a gas station for a quick break (wimps). they were sitting on the grass next to a beastly old pick-up truck when the owner, having more inked skin that not, started yelling “move away from the vehicle– you’re lucky I don’t have my nail gun with me.” he then proceeded to make some sort of sound effect, which i imagine he practices at home after one too many cans of natty ice while watching cops re-runs.

and they wonder why i refuse to bike, i’d much rather pick up my creeps via the internet.