it would make sense that'd i'd have to appreciate a dirty foreigner on the 4th of july. but dave ryan, as much of a bastard as he is, gets his own moment in the spotlight. he makes me laugh harder than anyone i know while at the same time embarrassing me more than i've ever been embarrassed before. anyone who shops at walmart in the middle of the night is probably convinced that either i'm pregnant with his child, that i abuse handicapped people (as he rides in teh scooter) or that i'm on drugs. or all three. i kept his bastard cat for a year even though it turns out i really was allergic. i dont have a photo that does him justice. you'll just have to read his news in teh DA this year, as he was recently made editor-in-chief.
in other news, i am mentally exhausted. i spent the day with my mother and two of my aunts. probably the most right wing family members i have (the aunts, not mom). i argued over just about everything, from global warming to michael jackson. i'm pretty sure they are praying for my eternal soul as we speak. it was definitely.....interesting.
also. we got beef jerky. the flavor name? Chernobyl. Yes, it was named after a nuclear reactor. and cripes, it is the hottest damn jerky i've ever eaten. i laughed and cried at the same time.
i'd write more, but i'm heading downtown to (hopefully if it stops rainin) watch the fireworks.
happy 4th yall!
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