indie boys are neurotic.

today was awesome. my cousins lisa, mike, and karen and my aunt phil came over. we stayed at my house and just sorta chilled and watched the olympics...some funny comment was made by lisa.

karen: (speaking of an anorexic Russian gymnast) God, she's so skinny.
lisa: that's because in Russia they'll shoot you if you eat and you get no breaks.

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karen: god, she looks so miserable.
lisa: that's 'cause she wants a brownie.
*everyone laughs*
lisa: WHAT?! it's true.

my family is so fucking awesome its crazzzzy. so then we went to the soda pop shop and got stuff to eat. mike gotta banana split and when he got it he said "whoa...there's bananas in this!" we all just sorta sat there and laughed our asses as all the white folk wouldn't stop staring. then my mom pointed out a white stain richard had on his shirt. so i whispered "richard got jizzed!" and he blurted, EW THATS DISGUSTING. so everyone automatically figured out what I said, just because of richie's big mouth. then we came back and that was basically it. fun, fun, fun.

alex powell, call me tomorrow we should chillll.