This weekend's been pretty good. On Saturday Jeremy & I kicked it old school at Rosati's. Pepperoni pizza, motherfuckers! ...though, now that Lori apparently reads the blog should I curse as much? Dilemma! He also beat me at the Castle. Now I need to teach him a new game until he bests me at that one, too. Muahahahahahahahah!

Yesterday I hung out with my dad. He'd actually been to a Tracy Morgan performance the night before which makes me laugh. My dad's fairly conservative and I didn't see him being that interested in Tracy's humor, but I guess a few things made him laugh at least, which was good. Apparently his woman Judy was more offended than he was. Which I guess it's official, she is his woman now. I got the "She would never try to replace your mother," talk.

We also had noodles! And saw Surrogates.

Work last night was meh, with a string of extra-annoying customers. My work friend Sally says she is now immune to the charms of Karl. I told her, "Yeah.... I've always been immune to that. There's something about a balding man with a ponytail that doesn't exactly rev my engine." She said, "Well there's something about a man engaged to a lesbian that doesn't rev my engine." Ah, Karl. There is no end to your amusingness to me. Apparently the lesbian got her kid from a sperm bank where gay dudes donate sperm for lesbian couples. And the gay guy gave his sperm to a lot of people, so this kid has a lot of half-siblings scattered about that it has play dates with. According to Sally, "This is too kinky for me.... I'm straight." Um, just because Karl likes a gay woman doesn't mean you're gay for liking him. But I digress. It's actually much more gross that you molest your sons.

I dunno.... I hate to be a jerk, I really am friends with Sally (though I've never been a fan of Karl--for reasons unrelated to this) but this whole crazy soap opera makes me laugh.