Most of the time I think my family is made up of weirdos ... I think of myself as a weirdo too, so it's not like I don't understand where I came from. At this particular moment, I don't think of my family as weirdos, but as kind of amazing. It's too much to blog about, and contrary to popular belief, some things are just too sacred to share on the Interwebs.
So, at any rate, in the words of my main man, Ice Cube, today was a good day.
Monday, March 7, 2011
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