i didn't give anyone else a choice

"that's right be-yotch!" i yell at the screen. "pump it out!" i watch intently, and the yell again. "NO! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?"

the sound of laughter drifts from ashley's room. she comes into caitlin's room, where i'm perched on her bed, staring intently at the the small television screen, critiquing u2's performance on SNL.

her face solemn, she tells me that my yelling was quite full of innuendo.

i'm about to come back with a response about irish sausage or some such nonsense when i'm distracted by the images on the screen. i notice bono's jacket in particular. on the pocket flap is gold embroidered letters and numbers that spell out Est. 1979.

class. HIGH class. and terribly amusing.

is it tuesday yet?