News of the (Paternal) Weird

My dad just emailed me, and attached a nearly-naked picture of Drew Barrymore. Holding a big gun.

(And the link, well, that was just to jump-start your Sunday morning!)

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday.

Girl still sick. Did her laundry and my laundry at Dirty Dungarees with Brandie. Then we went to the Dube and thrifting and I got a smurfy-blue polo shirt that says "Republican National Convention 1992" on it (I got it just for you, 356dreamer!). I rock so hard. I also got a soccer shirt that is too small for me (it is /so/ Axis) and a motivational tshirt from a Wal*Mart inventory event. But the winner was Brandie who got this hot hot HAWT cheerleading shirt. Jesus wept.

So now pizza is on the way, and I think we'll watch Crazy/Beautiful or Cecil B. Demented. Or both. Who knows? I just hope I don't get sick. Yucko.

This Friendster thing is pretty neato. I've "met" this chick Jenn in CA that is going to make me a mix tape. I do loves me some mix tapes, uh huh, uh huh.

Lesson of the day: I am a shitty companion for a sick person. And the sadder thing is, I don't know that I'm even willing to work on it. @set me=bad person.

ObChaz: Feel better, okay? Sheesh!
ObJ: <3