shit, man. what a crazy freaking couple of weeks. not gonna lie, most of it has sucked. for example, the above pictures which prove that mom has a serious mental problem. ugh! embarrassing! to be honest, when mom and dad ditched our asses and went to Mexico it was probably the best part of the ordeal. it was nice to not hear mom's constant "Do the dishes! I suck!" and dad's obnoxious machine gun laugh for a few days. JEEZ. although it was pretty f-ing rude n shit when we received their postcard. it was a picture of some stupid nightclub, Squid Roe, and they had written (well, clearly Mom had written since it was barely legible and I had to wait til Mom and Dad came home to have it deciphered) something along the lines of "This place is filled with loud music and strangers. You'd hate it. It's good you aren't here." I mean, seriously? What the F. I hate you both more than any stranger.
Anyway, things are mostly back to normal around here: Dad drinking all the beers and Mom grubbin on so much food it's no wonder she chipped her tooth on a fork -- the food is eaten off the fork, not along with it, JEEZ. Peace, hos. gansta love, Stella Nashorn
