prestently listening to: the coaching clinic in the activities room...blah blah fowl blah traveling blah

intentions to: who cares, really?

soberity level: i had a bowl of frosted mini wheats. hardly pebbels, but sugar coated all the same.

so i just lost 2 consecutive pools games to this arogant lil 10 year old, Chris. whom, the entire game, was giving me pointers and shot advice.

Nicky- (playing playstation game 'small soldiers') what does this cold fire do?

Chris- stay away from the cold fire, it'll kill you.

Nicky- why? oh no! it killed me!

Chris- (disgusted) wol, ya. its not like you don't have a life force or somthing!

qoute of the day: wol, ya. its not like you don't have a life force or somthing!

thank you chris. maybe someday i'll go pro with your advice.