I live on a kind of hill with a main road on it. About halfway up. The road is a good 20 or 30 something degree grade. Often, there will be people on bikes or skateboards shooting past, having gained considerable speed since starting out at the top. We can usually hear them coming for a while, especially the skateboarders. There's a building across the street which basically turns our block into an amplification tube.

Anyway, my bathroom window faces the street. I'm in the bathroom earlier, being hungover and trying not to die, and I hear a guy go past on a bike, the sound fading in and out. During his approach and as he's passing, in a crappy third-rate "hollywood musical"-ish voice, he SINGS this:

" ....ooohhh Fuuuuuuuuck MeeeEEEE.......FUUUUUUuuuuck THE WOOoooooooooooorlllllldddd.... "

Hey, whatever lights you up, Sunshine.

Football was okay. Game was good. My friend has a lot of hot stepsisters and sisters. There was also an elderly guy at the party who kept taking pictures of the girls. I do not know what his relationship to the family is. It might have been a neighbor. Either way, I was the only person who thought the picture taking thing was creepy. Guess the rest of them were not paying attention to the look on his face.

I totally need to date a girl from Long Island. Not only do they watch football, but they actually like it.

Well, two of them liked it. The others kept asking questions, which I was of course very happy to answer. I like to hear myself talk, yknow.

It was a good evening. The family is very friendly. My friend could not stay awake for the whole thing. He is coming along though. Last time I saw him, he could not stand on his own. Now he's able to walk a bit. He still needs to be helped along, but it is progress. He has a big doctor's appt. later this week. They are trying to assess how much more chemo he will get and when to start him on it.

Also, I did not win the Buffy sketchbook. I was outbid with seven seconds to go, which I totally expected. Had I been home to do the last minute thing, I'd have won it for sure. Meh. There will be other chances down the road.

In conclusion, girls who like football are better than girls who don't. TRUE STORY.

The most beautiful man just sat down next to me on the plane. (Too young, I'm sure.) This means, though, that I can't take off my shoes in case my feet smell.

It's called Victorious. It's a Disney show.

This episode was a take-off of The Breakfast Club. "You're a vegan, aren't you? Admit it, you're totally a vegan."

None of you will understand what this means, of course, because you weren't even born when this movie came out. But the scene where they were all stoned from eating tacos was pretty funny.

Priya couldn't figure out why I was laughing.

Fuck you and your ban against women driving, fuckers.

Meet ungrateful Daughter # 1.

My mom called me the other day to invite me to dinner at her house today. I told her that I was working and would stop by on my way home. My Sunday shift has always been 12-5, always as in almost 19 years always.

I show up at 5:30 as I always do on Sundays after work and Mom is just putting something into the oven which looked like scalloped potatoes which means there is ham involved. She looked surprised that I was "there so early?". Supper was going to be ready in a half hour which really means an hour.

No, I was not keen on leftover reheated chicken pot pie to hold me over. No, I could not wait an hour to eat. No, I was not interested in eating something I have never liked to eat and have said so every time it has been served to me in the past 40 years.

I came home and ate a tuna sandwich.

MY microwave starts at 80 seconds beyond a minute rather than 60 seconds beyond a minute WTF white peoople pronblemsssssszzzz/*

*drunk beyond your wildest nightmare/fantasies.......