Have you heard about Warren Buffet donating some 32 billion fucking
dollars to the Gates Foundation? Well, in case you haven’t, billionaire
Warren Buffett, the 2nd richest person in the world, is donating most
of his fortune to the foundation run by Bill Gates, the richest man in
the world. Of course this is great, but a reporter asked Buffett if his
kids were upset with him and he replied that he believes people should
earn their own money. That’s great, but the man has 44 billion dollars,
leaving him with enough money for him and his family to still live on.
Still, I don’t want to detract from this great story, I mean, what a
generous and great thing to do. It isn’t, however, without controversy
and leave it to the right wing Christians to take issue with it. Here
is the link.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060629/ap_on_re_us/billionaires_abortion

Basically, they are upset because Buffett and Gates are both pro choice
and support a lot of planned parenthood and abortion causes. Now, I’m
going to be honest, I’m not the biggest pro choice supporter around. I
have always been on the fence on the abortion issue, I feel there needs
to be a happy medium (my solution is abortion still legal, but they
should ban partial birth abortion, if you can’t decide within the first
2 trimesters, you should have the damn kid), but I think both pro
lifers and pro choice people have good, legit arguments. This, however,
is not even an argument. This man is trying to do something great and
trying to make the world a better place by donating money to charity,
even if you don’t agree with his politics, you can not bash what he is
doing. If these pro lifers are so damn holy and passionate about their
cause, than I say put there money where there still beating hearts are
and donate your vast wealth (and I’m sure they have a lot of money,
maybe not Buffett or Gates money, but a lot) to charity, but what
Buffett has done deserves your respect and admiration.

I’m beginning to think there is an outside chance that the Cubs might
not win the World Series this year. Just an outside chance.

Tell me something, am I missing the boat on something? Why does it
always take people a long time to get out of their cars? I mean, its
one thing if you have kids, but these are people that do not have
kids……………at least, not with them. You see them park the damn
car, then they sit in there and fidget around for 38 or 39 minutes
before finally getting out of the vehicle. Its maddening I tells you.
They can’t possibly be getting dressed, I mean, they really should have
done that before leaving the house. Me, I park the car and BOOM! get
right of the car and start heading into whatever structure I happen to
be going to. Other people, they have to hide shit all throughout the
car, like they are hiding drugs or something. You see them lean over
and open the glove box, than they are feeling around under the seat,
next they are looking around in the compartment between the seats and
then rubbing the damn ceiling. What the fuck man? They are moving
around
so much in the parked car that its like they are getting ready to steal
it. Dude, its your car, you don’t have to steal it. And next thing you
know, they are getting out of the car with a couple of book bags. Mind
you, these aren’t students, these are older people (don’t bother
pointing out that older people go to school too, I already know that).
They are carrying enough shit to officially qualify as luggage, almost
like their spouse has given them the boot for sleeping with the
babysitter or gardener. Seems to me that back in the day, people just
parked and went, there was no fooling around with anything. Nowadays,
people shift around and take so many things, its enough to make you
wonder if they are obsessive compulsive or something like that. Its
downright crazy. Just park the damn car and move, no need to waste all
that time doing meaningless things, like putting the car in park. Shit,
just let it keep rolling, eventually it will hit something and stop. Do
you people even realize how much time you are wasting? After all, you
could be inside, discussing last night’s episode of  “Who Wants To Have Their Parents Deported?”

Today I had some really really hot shit from the Panda Express. Wait,
was it the Panda Express? For the purpose of this story, it was. It was
good, but shit, this had to be the spiciest shit I have ever eaten, and
I love spicy food. This was ri-damn-diculous spicy. It did more than
just taste like burning, it burnt the whole way down and even burned in
my tummy. I almost didn’t finish it, I came so close to saying “this
just ain’t worth it” but instead, finished it. I mean, holy fuck, I
thought I my tongue was going to burn off or I would lose a lip eating
this shit.

This over dramatic girl at work seems to think that there is a good
chance that my license could be suspended. This really put a scare into
me, but after asking several co-workers, the consensus seems to be that
it won’t be suspended, but instead if I get one more moving violation
this year then it will be suspended. What sucks is that my court
supervision from my previous ticket was to end on July 7. Damnit dude,
why couldn’t I just get this ticket in 2 weeks? Everybody says that I
will now have my previous court supervision revoked and not only have
to pay that ticket (which doesn’t make sense, because I already paid it
once) but it will also go on my record and therefore my insurance will
go up. Either way, it looks like this little violation is going to cost
me LOTS of money. The chick at work said that if she were the cop, she
would have also written me a ticket for endangering the lives of others
since I was going 26 over, but I think she was over reacting and was
very bitchy today anyway. After all, she likes to race cars and is a
speeder herself. Anywho, because of all of this, it makes me realize
that I’m going to have to drive perfect or close to it until the
anniversary of my first ticket, which was this past February. This
means, of course, no more speeding. I also have to now stop at stop
signs, stop running red lights, use my turn signals and properly use
lanes. I tried doing all of this on the way home and holy fucking shit,
this is going to be tough. Going exactly the speed limit, I felt like I
wasn’t moving at all. Shit. this is going to be a long couple of
months.

Here is something that I discovered on my footprints (Xanga has a thing
called footprints that shows who was here and how they got here) If you
go to ask.com (go ahead to to it when you are done here, its
http://www.ask.com/?o=312#subject:ask|pg:1 click the link when you are
done reading, damnit) and type in “Porns Online” you will get this very
own blog. And, what’s even better, is that it is the 4th link down.
Don’t ask me how my little ol’ Xanga got mixed in with all those other
porn sites, because I have no idea. I have never even had a picture of
anybody naked on this site, but yet, here I am, making all of my porn
search engine dreams come true. I makes me wonder about other things,
like would my Xanga show up if I were to put something really random,
goofy shit, like cards and happy hats or Pat Robertson and smart. No
and no, and in the case of the latter, such a thing doesn’t exist.

Speaking of dumbasses, here is another link to an article that really pisses me off, read it if you so choose

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060627/ap_on_go_co/bush_signing_statements

I guess Bush like to sign things into law and than proceed to sign
other special statements that pretty much make those laws pointless and
about as useful as his presidency. I don’t know how this fucker gets
away with this shit? He is a damn joke. And, he has pissed off a few
Republicans by doing this (of course, the Democrats are plenty pissed
as well). Lets hope that this can be another reason (as if we lacked
reasons) to impeach this presidential fuck up once the Dems take back
Congress.

Well, I’m just gonna come right out with it. I got another damn ticket
today. This time, I was going 61 in a 35. Shit, it was on Essington in
Bolingbrook, I swear there are no speed limit signs on that damn road,
but I guess I missed them. I mean, what the fuck? And, I have no idea
how much this is going to wind up costing me, but my guess is that
after the traffic class, it will be upwards of $200. And the worst part
is that he kept my license, so I don’t know how that’s going to work
when I rent a car for my trip next month.

I also found out who got the postion at work that I applied for. The
thing that pisses me off so much about it is that the rumor is that he
got it because he has a college degree. Shit, if that is what was
required for the fucking job, they should have said that and I wouldn’t
even have wasted my damn fucking time. I know could have done the job
better than him, which is another thing that upsets me. Ahhhhh, fuck it
anyway.

For those of you that live in the area, were you kept awake last night
by those damn storms? It seems like everybody at work was kept awake
because of them, myself included. They just never seemed to end.

That’s all I have for tonight. Maybe tomorrow I can be a little bit more entertaining.

Whoaaa, busy weekend, had no time to update, so here is a brief
synopsis. Thursday at the bar, we were playing pool and this fuckhead
at the bar was talking about the whole Ozzie Guillen/Jay Mariotti
thing. He was drunk and saying that Mariotti deserved what Ozzie said
saying that he was just a dumbass Italian and he hates all Italians and
he doesn’t care if anybody in the bar is Italian. So, I loudly said
“I’m Italian!” Which he replied “Oh yeah, well I’m Irish and German.”
As we all know, Irish and Italians hate each other, but I don’t hate
Irish people………..in fact, some of them are hot. Anywho, I told
him that I was full Italian and I could sense that he was feeling like
a complete asshole at this point and he said that it was ok I seemed
like a good guy. Then he redirected his attention to the tv, where it
then sounded like he made a not so nice comment about gays. I thought
about saying that I was gay, but thought the better of it, the last
thing I wanted was to make the situation worse and have some sort of
confrontation. But, for a few minutes there, I was pretty pissed.

Friday night, we went to Mark’s house for dinner. After dinner, we hung
around outside for a burn, it was a cool night, probably low-mid 60s
and therefore, a perfect night for a burn. We didn’t stay too late,
only until about 11:30ish.

Saturday during the afternoon was perhaps
what of the more boring and tedious things I have ever done. John
decided he wanted to paint the frames around some of the windows on the
house, so he asked me to help him scrape the damn fucking paint from
the frame. This resulted in about 2 hours of BORING and utterly
annoying scraping. My neighbor suggested that it would be easier if we
just got aluminum and put it around there instead, and you know what, I
agree, so for the rest of the windows, aluminum it is.

Last night was an 18 person card game at my cousin’s house. Dave
actually picked me up!! Yes, that’s right, DAVE PICKED ME UP, which,
just doesn’t happen, but what could I say, for him, my house was on the
way to Tony’s house. Anywho, as it turns out, this new age math is way
different than the old school math. With this new age math, 18 people
for cards is actually 8 people for cards. We wound up getting started
about 8:45ish and it seemed to take for-fucking-ever. We were playing
with a bunch of people that don’t normally play, so this really slowed
things down. The pace of this game was extremely slow. In fact, the
first person didn’t go out until we had been playing for well over 2
hours. Even after that, it was a long time for the 2nd person to go
out, but after that, things finally picked up. I thought I wasn’t
playing one of my better games, but everybody else wasn’t playing all
that well either. Top 3 payout, so when it got down to just me, Tony,
and my cousin Ann’s  boyfriend (Desi), I knew I had at least my
money back. Still, I faced an uphill battle, as Tony and Desi both had
a lot more chips than me. Tony made a bold move and went all in and
drunk ass Desi called him and somehow managed to win. So now, I was
guaranteed 2nd place, but that wound up being the best I could do.
Although I was glad to get 2nd, I felt the payouts were uneven. First
paid $80, 2nd $60 and 3rd $20. I just thought that there wasn’t enough
of a difference between first and second, I would have paid $100, $40
and $20.

Today, I wound up golfing with Mark and his in laws. When we first got
there, it was thundering and lightening out, but that quickly went away
and we enjoyed a nice day. For the first time, I did not play best ball
(as part of a team) but instead had to rely on myself to get the ball
in the hole, which I was concerned would make for a very high score. I
wound up shooting an 82, which is very good for a beginner on an 18
hole course! But, herein lays the problem. This was only a 9 hole
course, which means I really really really really suck. People, that’s
9 shots on each hole! And, to be honest, a few holes, I had so many
shots, I lost track. Plus, I stopped after getting to 10 shots, so that
means that if I had not stopped shooting, my score could have very
easily gone up over 100. But, as I told Mark, I actually got more bang
for my buck, after all, it cost me less money per shot, which, if you
think about it, makes it a better value. Fucking golf, yet, another
sport I suck at.

Derek Lee is back with the Cubs! WOOOOOHOOOO!! Except, the Cubs are still the Cubs and they still fucking suck.

Well, I guess its time to blog about the story that has everybody
talking, Sox manager Ozzie Guillen called Sun-Times columnist Jay
Marriotti a fag. First of all, being a rabid, huge Cub fan, I’m
officially not supposed to like Ozzie, but I do think he is a great
manager and would kill to have him manage the Cubs. As for Marriotti, I
don’t read him often, but I can honestly say, he never has a good thing
to say about anybody. Now, onto the issue of the day. This is one of
those stories in which everybody has an opinion, and as a gay baseball
fan living in the Chicagoland area, of course, I have an opinion too.
Obviously, he shouldn’t have said it. The question is, is Ozzie Gullian
homophobic? The knee jerk reaction that offended people have is a
resounding yes. Others say its just Ozzie being Ozzie. And yet others
have other opinions, as one simple minded fuck called up to a radio
station said “you can’t compare it to somebody using a racial slur,
because gay people choose to do something that they know is morally
wrong.” Ok, I’m not even going to go there. Yet. Let’s just breakdown
what Ozzie said. I’m going to stereotype here. Let’s face it, sports is
filled with gay bigotry and people that are filled with homophobia.
Ozzie is hispanic, and sad to say, most minorities do not approve of
gays. I know, it might sound bad for me to say that, but let’s face it,
its true. And in sports, the word fag is thrown around. A lot. When
Jordan was with the Wizards, he called Kwame Brown a “flaming faggot.”
Lions GM Matt Millen once called a Chiefs player a faggot. Those are
just 2 examples. And now, of course, Ozzie. He tried to apologize and
say that he didn’t mean to offend gays, saying something to the effect
of  “I know lots of them kind of people”, which is something
bigoted people do when they offend a certain class of people, they
state their racial or gay resume, as I like to say. Honestly, I’m sure
he didn’t intend on offended gays. But what he and many others just
don’t get is that when you call a straight person that, you are
basically treating gays like 2nd class citizens. Its as if you are
saying “I’m really upset, so I’m going to call him something that is
one of the worst things you can be, and that is gay.” Allow me to offer
an analogy. Back in the day, God fearing people thought the worst thing
that could happen to you was to be damned to hell by God. So, the
phrase “God Damn” came into use. Its sorta along those same lines. Fag
or faggot represents being gay, and being gay is morally wrong, so I’m
going to use it to really insult somebody, because nobody wants to be
called gay. And therefore, it is just like using a racial slur, only in
a way, its worse. Because, calling somebody the “N” word is usually
only used against blacks. You wouldn’t call a white or asian person the
“N” word. But, the term fag or faggot, that can be used to apply to
anybody. And lets say for argument’s sake, being gay was a choice,
which as we know, it certainly is not. But, just for the case of the
argument. What would be so wrong about being gay? How would being gay
be any more morally wrong than, say, oral sex? That dope that called
the radio station, I bet he likes a good blow job from his girlfriend.
Yet, calling her a cocksucker would probably really piss him off, even
though, using his moral standards, being a cocksucker is morally wrong.
In closing, none of these gay or racial slurs are acceptable and should
never be tolerated. People have freedom of speech, so they should not
be held legally accountable for anything they say, but from other
standpoints, yeah, they should be held accountable.

You know what is damn ironic? Homophobia in the military. First of all,
gays not being allowed in the military is, in theory unconstitutional
and unacceptable, but we all know how I feel about that. What I’m
talking about is that for the most part, the military is like sports in
that being gay is not tolerated, yet the military is a lot more gay
than people realize. First of all, have you seen these recruiters chase
these young guys? And as soon as they find out they aren’t legal, they
are on to the next kid. Its like they are directors of a gay porno.
Honestly. “Oh, look at him, he looks like a young, strong stud”, now
are they talking about for the military or to star in “Harry Peter and the Sorcerer’s Magic Wand.”  Really,
you can’t tell the difference. And once they get into the military,
they have to start shaving, being as smooth as possible, just like a
gay porn star. And you have to be fit, let’s get rid of any extra
pounds, you have to look good and be in tip top shape. Of course, you
want to look good for your fellow soliders, after all, you are going to
be spending all your time trapped with these guys, working, sleeping
and showering with them. Just try and tell me this doesn’t sound really
really gay. REALLY GAY. Wait…………smooth, fit guys sleeping and
showering together? How do I sign up? And think about the weapons and
tools used in the military. First, you have guns, and what represents
an orgasm better than a shooting gun? Now, look at the shape of a
bazooka? LOOOOOOOOONG and THICK. And, tell me you don’t just giggle
every time you see the top of a tank, with that long rod that shoots
shit? It couldn’t be anymore gay looking. And what about grenades? Very
test-tacular, if you know what I mean. Shit, even a submarine is shaped
kinda like an uncut cock. The more I think about it, the military is a
raging, closeted homosexual. And the don’t ask don’t tell policy? Its
kinda like these guys that are on the down low, you know, like one of
those  “oh, oh, fuck my ass, but don’t tell my wife about it” kind
of guy. Why do you think they have a don’t ask don’t tell policy. After
all, the wives know their husbands are on the down low, they just don’t
ask them and the guys don’t tell the wives. That’s why gays aren’t
allowed in the military, the military is afraid of being outed. And how
about the rivalry between the various branches of the military? They
are brutal and cut throat to each other, just like how gay guys are to
other gay guys when trying to pick up guys. Oh, oh, and oh my God, the
arrogance. Gay guys are arrogant, they know they are good looking, the
same with marines. Shit, just about every marine I have ever met has
been an arrogant prick. And they are most arrogant towards their own
military kind, such as towards navy people. And gays are most arrogant
towards their own kind. See what I mean, so when you think of it, gays
would be right at home in the military, so why not just let gays in,
like you know the military is dying to do, but are just afraid to admit
it, just like a closeted homo.

Damn man, there is nothing quite like sports. Now, I’m well aware that
I’m preaching to an audience that doesn’t like sports, but allow me to
state my case. I watched game 5 of the NBA Finals last night (GO
MAVS!!! I’ve got lunch riding on this series) and it was an endlessly
entertaining game of big shots and high drama. This is all part of why
sports, especially in the playoffs, is so damn fun and compelling. Its
the not knowing what is going to happen aspect. Unlike tv shows,
movies, or reality tv, sports is not scripted and although the
superstars get all the attention and accolades, sometimes, a smaller
roll player or lesser known player is the hero (see Steve Kerr, Geoff
Blum, Deion Branch among others for more details) which really adds to
the entertainment value. Sometimes, the big star makes a huge mistake
(Chris Webber, Donavan McNabb, Pedro Martinez, all big names that have
been the goat in huge games) that costs the team a big post season win.
That is what makes things so interesting, you truly never know who is
going to be the hero or the goat. And, even though most of the time the
favored team wins, that is not always the case, or sometimes, they are
given a huge scare and almost lose. Its the players who have overcome
something huge (Mavs forward Josh Howard was born bull legged and
doctors had to break both of his legs when he was a baby and he had to
walk with some sort of contraption on for a long time) which really
adds to the excitement. And seeing some of the players give their all
and be so passionate (who can forget the site of Gonzaga’s Adam
Morrison sobbing after his team lost in the NCAA tourney…….also, he
is a diabetic) that makes it real drama, of which no reality show or
movie can even come close to touching. Its sports at its highest level,
such as the World Series, the NBA Finals and every few years the Super
Bowl, that makes it quite possibly the highest form of entertainment.
When the most is at stake, it keeps you pumped up and on the edge of
your seat. When you hang on every pitch, on every shot, on every field
goal, on every play of the game because this is what is going to help
determine the best from the rest, that is what makes it worth watching.

Well, I had that dream again. You know the one, where you are running
through a corn field toward the love of your life, waiting to run into
his or her’s arms.
And all of a sudden, you look behind you, and an oversized army of
kitchen utensils are chasing you. And the faster you run away from the
ladle and egg beater, the bigger and faster they become. You know you
are in trouble, because they have already eaten your neighbors, your
high school gym teacher, and the guy that played Punky Brewster’s dad.
All the while, a voice overhead keeps telling you that there is a sale
on vacuum cleaner bags in aisle 42. Meanwhile, the person you are
trying to hug is pointing and laughing at you, because you are wearing
nothing but a giant box of empty paperclips. Finally you hit a ledge
and you are unable to stop and you fall over, only to find yourself
instantly transported behind a dumpster as you watch your father
conceive you with the $13 hooker who turns out to be your mother. Yeah,
I think you all know that dream, I’m sure you have had it a time or 2
while tripping from over sniffing of paint thinner fumes. And if you
think I actually dreamt any of this, than I want you to send me some of
whatever it is that you have been injecting into the vein between your
toes.

You know what the latest, hippest phrase is? On Demand. Its everywhere.
Today I heard a commercial on the radio for Toyota in which you can
stop in and get a Toyota “On Demand.” And don’t forget to call the
radio station, where you can get your song played On Demand. Of course,
the company to start the On Demand trend was Comcast, (for those of you
not in the area, Comcast is a cable company)  where you can watch
dozens of programs On Demand. Sure, this is great and all, having quick
access to all these things. If only the rest of society worked this
way. Does anybody find it odd that when people really need something
“On Demand” they can’t get it?  Allow me to explain. Just try
walking into a hospital and getting that liver transplant you so
desperately need On Demand, instead its “no, we will put you on a
waiting list, but if you want, here is a song On Demand. Sure, we know
all you need is a new liver, but why do you need a new liver when I can
just play All You Need is Love, right here, On Demand. Or how’s about You Can’t Always Get What You Want”
while you wait.” Sure love is great, but what that person really needs
is the liver of that old man who couldn’t make it across the street
before the cab driver from On Demand Taxi Service hit him. And its not
only organs. Its also money. What’s that, you need $1200 for your rent
by tomorrow or you are going to be evicted? Well that’s just too damn
bad, but when you get your cable hooked up at the homeless shelter
choose Comcast and get dozens of programs On Demand, that should really
make you feel better. You need the courts to have your deadbeat baby’s
daddy to pay the 8 months of back child support he owes? I have set the
hearing for 7 months from now, at which point your child is going to be
suffering the ill effects of malnutrition and wearing raggy clothes.
But don’t worry, you can have this tuna sandwich On Demand. See this
doesn’t make sense. Instead of finding ways for people to get their
porn and Metallica quicker, shouldn’t we be finding a way to get that
13 year old his new kidney and that family their welfare check? See, I
have a solution. You have to combine these things. So, when you have
your On Demand hooker, instead of paying her in cash, you pay her in
organs. Shit, anything that is quicker should cost more. And you only
really need one kidney, right? Sure, I will play you your Evanesence
song, but first you have to pay a month of Mrs. Smith’s child support.
Need that quick fix of crack? Sure, no problem, I can give it to you On
Demand, but only if you pay Screech’s mortgage (seriously people,
somebody, please pay Screech’s mortgage www.getDshirts.com ). So next
time you watch an episode of Entourage On Demand, please think of
Screech, lord knows, there are no jobs On Demand for him.

I had a pretty busy day yesterday. First, I got my haircut, which, as
usual, the lady cut it too short. Why do I keep going back? Later in
the afternoon was my Uncle’s retirement party. It started at 4:30, but
Mark and his in laws were having a big golf outing that I was invited
to as well. I had to be there by 5:30, which meant that I could only
spend at the most, 45 minutes at the party. I showed up right at 4:30,
and right away I was feeling kinda bad about only being able to stay a
short time. What can I say, though, the party was originally supposed
to be last Saturday, but my aunt had the mumps (who the hell still gets
the mumps nowadays?) and it got postponed until this week, and I had
already committed to the golf thingy a few months ago. There really
isn’t much to say about the party, what I had of the food was good, but
I had to leave so fast, so not much to add to that.

I arrived at the golf course right about 5:20ish. At first, I parked
and went into the wrong building, where there were a bunch of old
people playing bingo (as if there were any other non old people that
played bingo). I quickly reversed course and headed back to my car,
where I moved to the correct area. I instantly saw Mark, Jt and Rich
near a golf cart. It was weird, because I don’t think Rich knows that
Jt and I aren’t friends anymore, which made for some awkward moments. I
was going to be in a 4 person group with Amy, Matt, and Amy’s friend
Claire. I was the only one in our group that was not using a golf cart,
and Mark was the only person in his group (he was with Jt and Rich) not
using a cart as well. My thinking was that I would be eating a lot of
unhealthy food and would need the exercise.

 Mark’s group got started ahead of us. I had such a hard time just
making contact with the ball, I think I just don’t have the patience
for golf, to be honest. Matt, on the other hand, has a great form and a
perfect swing. I tried to study his body and form for 2 reasons, one,
if I can do what he does, I know I’m doing something right and also, he
has a hot body.

As we approached the 4th hole, an old man that works there came driving
up to try to hurry us up, as some storms were headed our way. As short
while later, it had gotten pretty cloudy and dark and although it was
already a breezy day, the wind really picked up. Things got a bit
dicey, I was worried that we might be in trouble. We were in the middle
of the golf course, swinging metal clubs, which is never a good thing
if it were to start lightening. After a few minutes, it started to
drizzle. We all agreed to play in the rain, but if lightening started,
we would quit. It rained for about 15 minutes and stopped. We never stopped playing.

As we got to the 8th hole, it once again started raining, and this time
harder. I couldn’t see at all because my glasses were wet. In short, I
was miserable, but determined to finish. Finally, right about 8:05 in
the PM, we finished and headed back to the little bar and grill they
have near the parking lot.

We hung out at the bar for a little bit before I went home to change.
The plan was to go back to Amy’s parents house for a bbq. Frist, I
stopped off at Jewel to pick up some Oreos, because as we all know, you
can not have a party with out Oreos. I arrived at their house at a
certain time of which I can not remember right now. Let’s just say it
was sometime after noon, which is to say it was about 9:10 in the PM.
Mark and Amy weren’t even there yet. They had a appetizer table set up
in the garage. I snacked and chatted with everybody for a while, and
although it was cool and I had a good time, it is boring to read about
so we will skip that and the other eating.

Later on, we played beanbags, it was me and Mark against John and Ron
(Mark’s father in law). We started off bad, actually were losing 11-3
but then went on a run and won 21-11. We had a rematch and won again. A
little later, Mark and I were talking trash back and forth to each
other in the garage and I challenged him to a game of beanbags one on
one. I asked him if he would be willing to be on it and he said how
much. So, I took out a $1 bill and threw it on the ground, bringing a
chuckle from Mark. Then I said I was only kidding and said $20 a game,
which he agreed to. First game, I smoked him. He asked for a rematch
and I said only if it was double or nothing, which he was fine with. He
got off to a good start, but I came back and eventually won. I never
did ask him for the money and he never brought it up, so I think it was
a fake $20 a game bet. Sure, I finally find something I’m good at and I
can’t profit off of it! Later on, we played again and it was me and
Connie (Mark’s mother in law) against John and Mark. We won 2 out of 3
games, prompting Mark to say that he is sick of losing to me.
WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!! Finally, somebody is sick of losing to me, instead of
me being sick of losing to them!!!

Speaking of losing, the damn motherfucking Cubs are a lost cause. I
want to stop watching, but can not bring myself to stop. I swear, its a
fucking disease.

Wow man, for the 2nd time in just over a month, I had another date!
WOOOOHOOOO!!! This time, it was with a guy from Joliet, Andy. I picked
him up about 7:25ish, he was waiting outside on his porch for me. He
got in the car and I quickly looked at him. He was tall and thin, and
very cute. We were both pretty nervous, I could see that right away
with him and I already knew I was nervous. We went back to my house and
I showed him around, showing him all of my Simpsons shit. We watched
some tv and hung out a while before heading to Chilli’s for dinner.
Good shit. After dinner, I took him home and that was that. Sorry, I
could have written more, but to be honest, I’m pretty tired.