Thanksgiving was...well...it was Thanksgiving. No huge fight this year...thank motherfucking god...and I did spend the night at Kenny's house with Patty-Ann, Joni, and Jaylen...and that was pretty awesome too.

I saw David...Wednesday night he came over and picked me up. It was cool until we picked up Madelaine...she makes me suicidal, I fucking swear. All she talks about is whoever she is "talking to" and I mean, thats fine and everything, but we're grown folks now, you know? We can talk about grown folks stuff, there's more to life than boys.

I mean seriously. She just went on and on and on. And the next night when Patty, Joni, the baby, and I went to David's for a brief visit...she did it again. I had warned Patty and Joni, and before we had even left, Patty looked at me and was like "I see what you're saying." Maddy was holding Jaylen and talking about how she wanted to have babies with Josh, this motherfucker who is over in Iraq that she has been known and been dating for, like, TWO MONTHS!!!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

It was ridiculous.

Anyway.

I ended up getting sick (catching Samantha's death virus) sometime during the Thursday/Friday and so I felt really puny, but my homegirl Renee was in from the 'Ville (Jackson, of course...not our own Clarks) so I had to magically heal myself for a night out on the town with her, Maggie, Samantha, Meghann, and Mr. B. Robinson.

And by "Night on the Town," I of course mean "we followed Brandon to buy pot at someone's (Diablo's I think?) and then smoked out the van."

And it was good.

And the Greeks offered fruit, ok, guys? OKAY?!

Anyway, that was pretty awesome...but Saturday I felt like shit in a barrel and elected to spend the rest of the day in bed.

And Sunday.

And Monday.

But now I'm ok. (I haven't slept yet...I totally slept all of Saturday/Sunday/Monday....no joke!) I mean, my back hurts a little, and I got snot like the day is long, but what can ya do, ya kennit?

Excuse my inane jabber...I just finshed Wolves of the Calla by one Sai Stephen King (you might remember me mentioning it) and it was a long book. With lots of dialog. And these people don't talk like us...they say shit like "kennit" "thankee" "sai" "commala" and the like.

So pardon me if I pull some crazy shit on your ass when we're talkin. I can't help it. I get involved.

The book was good, by the way...some fucked up stuff happened, but you know how the King is...the best part was probably about the "sneetches." I'll not tell you why here...you'll have to read the book to find out.

Make sure you read the other four first...might as well do it chronologically...might as well do it right, jerk.

I dunno. I really should try to go to sleep, seeing how Patty will be here in, like, 2 1/2 hours to pick me up for College...and I gots all kindsa shit I gotta do today...like make Patty take me to pay the phone bill and buy my Granny a pot...THATS RIGHT FOLKS! The Wonder that is my Mother's mother will be returning to Casa de Kashmir&Co. Joy. Joy.

JOY!

Sarcasm.

But yea, and hopefully we will be getting PIERCED! And maybe Patty will have time to do my eyebrows...cuz Lord knows they need it.

Whew, I am outta breath for some reason. Apparently, I been working hard. Well, I'm off to the land of college wherein we will hopefully watch more of "A Chorus Line" and Patty-Ann will hopefully get naked again!

before~after