Throwing Stars and Other Memories

I sort of, I don't know how to say it, have outgrown 'My Name Is Earl.' The show is mildly entertaining and all, but I am sick of the whole karma theme. On a redeeming note, Earl did get to talking about paper throwing stars tonight which had me reminiscing about simpler times. Times when hitting a girl in the face with a piece of paper folded up like an ancient piece of razor sharp steel were okay. Times when throwing said star might actually be considered a way to show affection. Never aim for the eyes though. There is a fine line between love and hate. My stars never flew right. I always had to weigh them down with a penny at the center. Sorry, girls.

This picture pretty much sums up my dating skills: