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Taco tour! Taco tour!

TACO TOUR!

So I'm listening to Craig's cousin's ipod (he's visiting and clogging up my post-Cambodia world), and since he's 21--a sweet bearded young thing, all told--I had great hopes for fashionably I-ain't-heard-it rocknroll revelation. I mean, I'm over thirty, so officially mistrustable, but you know what? The music on Joe's ipod is all pretty and...um, I don't like it. If I want to listen to pretty, I'm'a listen to opera, and I am not shittin you. I don't need some two-bit post-emo guy to have some keyboard piano riff to afflict me with. ICK. God. I have to listen to the ramones. I mean, we were having stereo wars with Joe and I everything I could come up with was along the lines of "way before you were born, little dude," but SHIT. OK, to be fair, he's played me some things I like but most of it is way too fucking PRETTY. I don't want pretty music. Pretty clothes? OK. But that's about it. Well, I like pretty cakes. But pretty music? Yugh.

That's my rant for today. Now I have to go make sure I have enough calories on the stove to counteract that bottle of wine Craig's friends' cousin gave us (me?) as a new year's present.

OK. I'm going nuts. I just spent 800 bucks shipping books back to the US and I deleted whatever you had sent as a flag design. See, usually I use PINE--no graphics to fuck with my concentration,and whatever you had up there went by the deletey wayside. ANd I have no patience/time right now in the middle of getting drunk on yummy beer that my husband bought me and packing all my horrible crap that I suspect I may not want anyway to upload *my* design (which looks like a 6-year-old drew it). But here's the idea. 6-year-old-drawing of a pig's face plus cross-bones. I can't draw for shit, but it's kind of funny. Then, and this is the part that I'm really serious about--like, I wanna incoporate and I'm fixing to Shanghai either Peter. Moni, or my mom to get it done, we gotta have The Church of Barbecue + The Sandwich Ministry. I'm serious about this shit. I'm ready to be a priest. I've heard my calling. And the flag is kicking my ass. At the very least I can have an internet presence. I mean, well, maybe I should clarify. Main organization is the Church. Clearly need Sandwich Ministry. Happy to have other arms and branches. Like beer study. Speaking of which, I gotta go to sleep, but mainly the pig's in the middle, and the church and the ministry run along either side. I'd like to add a fork as a finial on the flag pole, but I'm afraid Peter will stab some nice Catholic lady in the ass and then there will be hell to pay.