nothing to write about

Well, as you see, I hardly write here anymore. I'm either busy with going out, bowling or working out. Then when I get home, I'm too tired to write. Tonight I flaked on working out. Last night was our last real game for bowling. Thank god. I started to hate it because of my partner. I told him last night that he was being too competative after he just complained that we weren't going to be first place. I was like so what, it's about having fun. But you are too competative to have any fun. He says he is having fun. I don't think so. So he was moaning all night about how after my shitty bowling we would be in 4th place. Whatever whatever. I didn't care. I was glad my shitty bowling was pissing him off.

But it still made me feel bad. So finally around the middle of the last game, I ordered a pitcher of beer. I drank two glasses and amazingly started bowling great. I was improving and Dave was getting worse. It was nice. Today at work, some of the other bowlers told me congrats. I said for what? They said, for coming in 2nd! So there. Next week will be our last bull shit game and they will give us our "prizes" which for myself I ordered bowling shoes. Though I don't know how much use they will get since I'm not going to bowl again, probably. There is no way in hell I'm going to be on Dave's team again. I already told him there wasn't going to be any next time for me.