scootershitstorm

it's fucking cold outside. i just walked in from being gone for a week. so-cal. it was good. i took a plane/train/subway/bus and surprised my sweety mo at the airport and hung out with her for a lovely day at the beach before she had to go to cold ass minnesota. she is soooo nice, it'll be groovy when she gets back from middle america. i then proceeded to hang out with the grandparents in the city of my birth for the holiday. we deep fried a turkey on the front lawn of my uncle's house, with his many live chickens and geese running around the yard. all the old folks drinking and smoking and swearing in attendance. (minus the goat unfortunately, he was eaten by coyotes a few months prior). it was quite the barnyard experience indeed. my grandparents and i then retired to the mobile home park where i spent the rest of the holiday learning s'more arabic and learning the finer points of texas hold 'em. i love my roots. i've never had to watch my mouth growing up or any of that crap. for the most part, it was complete anarchy. i've seen my grandmother tell another old lady to fuck off without taking the marlboro out of her mouth.