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G'mornin.
I woke up at around.... 7am? Hung out on line, beat off, and fell asleep again at 9am.
Woke up just now. good morning.
This is how it should always be.

Yesterday was a day of movies. American Gangster, No Country for Old Men, and Grandma's Boy.
Fuck yeah, it was a good time.

Today I'll try to watch Shallow Grave while hanging out with a friend of mine's cats (i'm catsitting AGAIN).

Hillary's job all got passes to a sneak preview of The Kite Runner on Tuesday night.
This is good and bad. Good because I'm wanting to see this movie (even if the director can be a little... sentimental and precious--i'm looking your way, Finding Mierdaland) but BAD, MAJORLY BAD, because I was supposed to hang out with pollythundercat that night. she has a four hour layover in Miami on her way back to the favela jungla platano and I was supposed to hang out with a bitch, buy her dinner, and punch her in the face.
I can't really express how much of a disappointment this is for me.
I can't turn Hillary down because it's like... she doesn't know I'm friends with people from this site. also, she never, ever makes plans for us. I can't honestly break those plans for a woman she's never met. So... I gotta go.
I'm so sorry, Polly, that I'll be missing you.



There was a third thanksgiving dinner for me-- my father's. it was on friday night, at my sister's house.
Here's how it went, mostly in photos:

shit was talked

shit was eaten



my dad is old and sick and it made me sad as FUCK




the dog was cute


the kids were cute



i wrestled a 9 year old and lost


and my brother's car was broken into while we were inside laughing and having a good time.


i don't have any photos of this moment, but I wish I did. When the rest of my family was outside cleaning up my brother's car and picking up broken glass my sister and i were alone. My sister doesn't speak to my father, ever. She invites him over for dinner and says"hi" and "bye."

The conversation went a little like this:
"Hey, you talk to dad more than I do..."
"yeah, I do."
"Maybe you could ask him this, because I've been wondering lately..."
"yeah?"
"Before you were born when we were living in california, a woman called and told abuela (my grandmother) that she was pregnant by dad. that's when we packed up and left california, immediately afterwards."
"..."
"Yeah, so maybe you could ask papa if we have a brother or sister out there."
"...'

yeah. so i may have a sibling in california! woooooo! my dad's an asshole!!! woooooo!
kill me