Hickory Dickory Dock

Are you ready for this update? I sure hope so, because it is complete with pictures GALORE. Thank god for fun pictures. Nothing like it when you're bored on a random afternoon.

So first order of business... I HAVE A CAR!!! AN AWESOME CAR!! I love it. It makes me happy like whoa. I thought I would simulate my car-thoughts through pictures.


Above, you see the kind of car that most people would love to own
(myself included...).

Below, you will see something far different.

This is my baby blue bomber.
If it was a human being, it would be a pirate.

I'm really happy I get to own a beater car. You know why?

BUMPER STICKERS!!!! Bumper stickers is a sweetness I have never tasted until now. And it's moderately sweet. Still sweet enough to make up for the rusting doors.

So Neda and I decided to take my baby blue bomber out for a wild weekend adventure, and wow did we have fun. It consisted of an awesome beaching day and some amazing food and a crisp pool and a fat man on a lawn chair.
Take note:




I finally got my pictures from Le Family Reunion circa June 2005.
I must show you Indiana's charm. And in doing so, you must be aquainted with Smokey.
Good ol' Smokey.



And now, I must show you how Indiana brings out the hick in me.
Coca-cola in the glass bottles just taste better.
My aunt told me I reminded her of the girl from Dukes of Hazard on this particular day...
so I figured I'd run with it. Fast and far.

Note the wheat grass. And the dirty bare feet.
YEAH HICK!!!! wooooo!
Sadly, that's like my proudest moment of the summer.

There are really so many pictures to share, and I promise I'm trying to spare you... but I've got two more.

You HAVE to meet the coolest kid under the age of 5 before your life is over. He rocks. I might be obsessively in love with him. But I think I just like the fact that he loves me like whoa. But nevertheless...
I told Connor to make an angry face at the camera, and holy crap...
the kid is a child prodigy when it comes to the "angry face."

I mean LOOK AT THAT!
Dude, I couldn't ask for a cooler little brah. He makes my angry face look like shit.
And yeah, I did say brah.

And last but not least, my moment of glory at my aunt's wedding...
shootin' hoops in a dress.

MMM baby there ain't no better way to roll. I know what you're thinking. You think I'm tacky!! Basketball at a wedding... who does that??
Listen, if there was a basketball court next to your aunt's wedding reception and you were full of cranberry vodka mix's, you'd have followed my lead. We don't judge here. So take your judgin' eyes elsewhere, bitches. omg jk bfff whats the 411 on the 24/7 and i <3>

THE END!