"hurry up! you need to bring up your laundry!"
"okay, here's my laundry. what are you putting in the wash now?"
"whites."
"here you go."
"what about your socks?"
"i'm wearing them."
"they're white."
"they're also clean."
"but they'll get dirty."
"what, you want me to wash my clean white socks, so they won't get dirty?"
"i just don't want you wearing them."

yes, kids, this is just part of a wonderful and exciting discussion about laundry my mom and i had not 5 minutes ago. she wants me to wash my clean white socks that i'm wearing as slippers.. oy. you can't make this stuff up, folks.

i just got home from a short but harrowing close at the great mcdonald's. i have a headache. this afternoon i went over to jason's house to do something with him and james. after jason got yelled at by his mom, we went to see kill bill volume one. again, for me. :D still great. i caught some things this time around that i missed the first time. like how the beeping sound is bleeping her name out. i was stupid, i guess. and how the chronology is all messed up - on purpose - throughout the movie. in the beginning, o-ren is crossed off. which means she went to japan first to kill her.. then came to suburbia to kill the next person. hm. but if that's so, why didn't she pull a little samauri action and slice up the second lady? i don't know. maybe she didn't want to. yep. good movie. i'll have to find out when kbv2 comes out. until then, i have the matrix revolutions and lotr:rotk to look forward to. not to mention setting up our crazy little lan party for new year's.

jess took me (on our "surprise" double date) to see the texas chainsaw massacre. the journal sentinel gave it 1 and a half stars, but i know better (at least i should) than to believe them. i loved it. very scary (at least startling and jumpy) and suspenseful. and gory. did i mention gory? i read that it isn't as gory as the original, but seeing a guy's leg being lopped off is pretty gory to me. i'm not complaining (i would be if i were that guy, though).

and for dinner, we went to some crazy western-style restaurant. i had an 11-ounce sirloin. topped with lots and lots of sauteed mushrooms, in addition to rolls, green beans, and mashed potatoes. oh my goodness. it was wonderful. only problem was the salt. i think they decided there was too much sodium in the world, so they donated 18 and a quarter tons of it to my steak. those of you who know me, you know about my problem with salt. i cannot under any circumstances eat anything with salt (especially popcorn). well, they dumped the salt on the steak, which was covered in mushrooms as well. the mushrooms caught most of it, so when i scraped them off the steak, all was well. i didn't even realize at the time that there was so much salt, i just always save the mushrooms for last. so after i finished my steak, i moved on to the mushrooms. not realizing my fate, i just stuck that puppy right in my mouth. any salt, not to mention 3 pounds of it, will initiate a gag reflex in my mouth. you can imagine the urge i'm fighting so i don't upheave my nice steak dinner in front of jess and these other 2 nice people (well, that's iffy for the guy, but i'll get to that later) that have met me just hours ago. so yeah, needless to say, i couldn't eat the mushrooms i so craved. :( at least we didn't have ice cream. then i would have really been disappointed.

poor jason. so while i had a fantastic evening (aside from the poor mushrooms), his homecoming night, i hear, wasn't the greatest. seriously. sarah, if you happen to read this, please consider all that jason has done and continues to do for you. i don't believe in "fate," not when it pertains to couples, and i certainly don't buy into the whole "one true love" or "love at first sight" thing, but jason is faithful, kind, and nice. he (as i know him) is a great friend and is always talking about how great you are (really, i can't get him to shut up). so please take that into consideration. i don't like to see him hurt (i already did once, with the evil one, and i have no desire to repeat it). while i realize it is not my place to say anything (as you two are a couple and i am nothing more than jason's friend), this is my blog, so i will have my say. i guess what i'm getting at is, please consider what he does for you. you owe him that much.
// end rant

okay, one more thing on my mind. if you happen to read this, doug, pay REAL CLOSE ATTENTION.

i mentioned the guy on jess's and my double date. this guy is the husband of jess's friend, who she works with at the day-care center. all night long (or nearly so), he was looking at jess's chest. i didn't notice, because i was doing the same thing. (kidding. not all night.) buddy, be glad she noticed but didn't say anything. if i ever catch you doing it, i SWEAR, I WILL RIP OUT YOUR THROAT AND FEED IT TO YOU. this pisses me off to no end. i cannot articulate how furious i am at you.

NUMBER ONE: you are married. stay faithful, you cheating little punk.

NUMBER TWO: she's my fiancee. i will do what it takes to protect her, no matter what, even if what goes on is only in your own little head.

NUMBER THREE: i hate guys like you. i had to deal with your kind all through high school. your kind got hooked up with the best girls and treated them like trash, cheated on them, and lied to them. i HATE your kind with a passion i cannot describe as other than blind rage.

to everyone else who bore through this last section, i apologize. i had to get that off my chest. you have no idea how difficult it was to say all that without swearing.