SO. That capitolization was accidental but it seems fitting. I was surprised at 2a Friday (Saturday) morning by RR, Roxie Sanchez and Bryan who told me it was time to go home NOW. I find going to bed at 5a troublesome, but somehow rewarding. Peeps be jammin and I was glad to be home.

I stopped by my mother's, not only because I needed colored hair gel for my mohawk, but because I love her. She is having her 24th(!!) surgery, this one is to burn out her uterine lining so as to circumvent her profuse bleeding. From the crotch. I'll leave it at that.

My dad's a funny guy, but needs to get new friends. He did, however, get some chickyboom's 'digits'. She has nice boobies, I hear. A conversation:
Me: (something about this woman)
Dad: What do I like?
Me: Tits.
Dad: Tits.
My dad's a funny guy.

Irish wake! Not nearly enough alchohol as I expected. Still a lot, though, because we are young, and that's the only way young people know how to have fun. So I played World of Warcraft until my ride decided to leave.