I feel so proud.

Sometimes as you may note I like to write about the things people google to land on my blog. Sometimes I've very confused, most times I'm more than a little concerned, but every now and then I'm happy about what brings readers to my blog. Recently I was reading what people searched to come up with this blog, and it turns out someone from England googled I hate cubs fans and came upon my blog. This makes me excited in more than one way. First off I'm plenty excited that my blog comes up when searching things like the hating of Cubs fans. More important that a person in England hates Cubs fans half a world away, and clearly hates them enough to google the hating of cubs fans. So I don't know who you are out there in England, but I would like to say thank you... Thank you very much for showing all the world that it is proper to hate Cubs fans no matter where you live. It really makes my world a much better place knowing that your out there.

My legs glow in the light

I know that you're probably thinking that I mean dark, but alas I do not. I mean when the sun shines on my white white legs the actually glow. You can ask the members of my family dark mother fuckers think its the funnest thing in the world. It doesn't make any damn sense to me. I remember my mom used to try to convince me that I used to tan when I was a kid, so if I just tried hard enough I would tan like the rest of them. Turns out this is not actually true, which I learned while living in a pool in TX when it was 110 degrees for three weeks I was in fact somewhat tan however they still laughed at me because I was not tan like they get tan. Don't get me wrong they are not scary gross tan people. Its just that my mom is Italian so they all have a olive skin tone which my skin is completely without. Except of course the Irish polish father of mine who looks like he's native american in skin color. It just doesn't make sense. The funny part is I really don't care too much that I'm super light in color. I literally can't stand laying out in the sun, its all hot and boring and there is just no point in being hot and bored. I just don't know why my skin glows in the light. Its really just very weird.

The best birthday ever

I really think i had the best birthday ever. Why you ask? Well lets just say my present was tickets to see the White Sox beat the living shit out of the Twins. And the game rocked because in case I didn't mention it the Sox beat the living shit out of the Twins, and I was loving every minute of it. I heart Crede and his multiple home runs. Then I got a baseball, a white sox coffee mug and a hat. The best part was that i got to watch D eat a hot dog which was funny because he doesn't eat meat. Then his stomach hurt the next day but he said it was becasue he ate ice cream later and drank beer. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the ice cream that was making him sick. H isn't talking to me though, or stopped speaking to me during the game because his precious little twinkies were loosing. He's not a very good sport. But I would be sad if I lost the last three games by a whole lot too. Anyways it was a super good time, and there were lots of fireworks because there were lots of home runs, and there were even fireworks after the game ended.