inmalmedy

I just got back from hell centro (113 degrees), I was waiting for acid rain, mosquitos and malaria to suddenly spell death. My sister couldn't have choosen a worse spot to own property. Not only that but we wen't to the mall in that vacinity, and there was no bookstore...seriously, are we in fascist germany? what mall doesn't have atleast a rinky Walden. Ugh, anyway, visiting her wasn't a waste atleast (despite the discomfort) I did get to see my father, who is recovering from congestive heart failure. That, my friends, is reason 101 why I don't drink.

I also ate out at the Chili's there, my brother in law just opened that store, so it was kind of an unsaid obligation. I had a very mundane salad, and my sister ate a steak. Her steak was nothing but fat, which clearly indicated it wasn't a good cut. See, that's why I hate ordering steak, you always have a 60% chance of it being all fatty, no matter what the type. Then what happens? You go home hungry and out of however much you paid. gjrigj annoyance.

I am finally back home though, and back to you fabulous Suicide Girls, and back to sub 100 degree weather. I was about ready for an IV of gatoraide and some morphine too. Unfortunate.

Bonfire this month! Big outcome, I expect it. I wanted to ramble about something, but I forgot, with luck I'll remember and bug the shit out of my girlfriend with it...and she can't scroll in person.

viva