Profanity Index update: A reduction in my swearing follows an increase in my distaste for cussing by a few months, it seems. I now pretty much only swear when I consciously choose to; in lieu of most everything I'd say, I now say [oh] snap! My lone exception to that general rule—at least, that I've noticed—is the phrase holy smokes!

Dancing: I'm usually a lazy dancer when I do dance, in that I tend to dance with people I've danced with before. Consequently, I'm still amazed—when I dance with a stranger (especially if they're a good follow), as has been happening more often lately—at how well two people who don't know a thing about each other can dance together.

Beanery: Last week, during our regular conversation...

Amanda: I live in an older house that's kind of falling apart.

Brian (not missing a beat): is it like that house in Fight Club?

[lengthy pause]

Brent: HAHAHAHAHAHA

This week, Amanda warned us that she might be throwing a party for her upcoming birthday, and that if she did we would be invited. I can't imagine we'd miss it, if it actually happens.

Blogorrhea: It happens. I have(/had?) all kinds of stuff that I've been meaning to blog about... I just didn't have the energy to do it.