Bingo Binging

*stands up*
"hello my name is haley and I am a Bingo-holic".
"Hi Haley."
"Well it all started as a joke ya know. No one was meant to get hurt. It was just supposed to be a one time thing. My friends Jack and Jennifer invited me to the bingo hall as a joke. We played a game, lost and that was the end of that. But what I didnt tell my friends is I went back 2 more times that week. I even took my family. And every time I went I'd lose and grew more frustrated becoming more and more upset my numbers were omitted. As if the number caller was purposefully omitting me. I went back to school, trying to think it just a fad, but not much later Jack and I went back. Twice. In ONE DAY. Every time a bingo computer would ding, my heart would sink, propelling me to get more emotionally invested in the game, thinking 'this time. this time It'll be different. It has to be.' which only led to more heart break. I have spent over $30 of my own dollars purely at the bingo hall, feeding the machine that keeps me sucked in with different color dobbers and bonanza packages. I know it's a game, but it feels like so much more than that." **sits down dabbing eyes with a mascara covered kleenex**
Okay so I probably havent reached the point for a 'bingo's anonymous' meeting, or some sort of How I Met Your Mother level intervention, but I feel that way sometimes.(dramatic sob) thanks to JACK I seem to have an unnatural obsession with going to the bingo hall. It's no posh place, and certainly not the safest form of entertainment. There are some serious gangsters in that hall. Not to mention all those crazy grandmas with rollers in there done up hair, judging you in a quick glance with those beady eyes. Luckily I sit in the non-smoking section, where there seems to be less threatening people. Possibly because no one in there is under 65 and dont sit in the smoking area cause they dont wish to get cancer or cough up a lung or two. Im just trying to kick that nasty habit for good this time.(just kidding mom)

I'm writing this post in honor of my friend Jack who has been bugging me to write this post since november, and through multiple drafts, an accidental delete, and pure procrastination I've fulfilled his wish. Only took 3 months. That's a personal best. You're very welcome Jack and I would appreciate if you'd acknowledge the 3 texts I sent you for input on this post. Or next time I'll make a post all about how you accidentally facetimed my dad.

I am currently "watching" (if you can even call it that) the Super Bowl and it just seems to be the Ravens beating the snot out of the 49ers. what name is that anyway. historic, but possibly the worst mascot. What is it? a sweaty, toothless gold rusher, chewing a wad of dip who is sifting river water? No thank you. I'd much rather have a bird on my shirt than Fred the 49er.
Ive run out of musings. WAAAIIITTT. Okay so if you didnt notice the complete reinvention of the Morris Memories *OMMGGG BEYONCE IS COMING* then you probably didnt notice the sky is blue or if you look at the sun it hurts. But what do I know. Maybe the total make over isnt very total.
Who'd of guessed Beyonce has a kid? not in that outift. And do you know what my father does with every celebrity that pops up the screen? He wikipedias them and proceeds to give me a detailed history of their heritage. Did you know her father is african American and her mother has creole ancestry? That probably makes her a prime candidate for this Super Bowl. Or she isnt getting paid to do the superbowl, because Pepsi pays her 50 million annually. according to Jim. My family is incapable of watching television a dissection. When my father reads a fact he is just so interested by, he laughs a wheezy laugh coming through a half grin, and you know he is about to sputter off facts for the next 10 minutes. I suppose you love your family no matter what... so I'll deal with it. That is my update this week. I always end my posts in an inferior way than I started. so to just be safe I just wont say goodb-