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I had such a great friggin weekend.
Fri - Got drunk w/ Sister and Bub and looked through photo albums and my old Marvel card collection. Narf!

Sat - L'il Seester's basketball game, then we took the little rapscallions to lunch where they proceeded to cause a scene singing Tenacious D's -"Fuck Her Gently" and talking about buttholes and farting and every dirty thing imaginable. And telling LIES trying to embarass me in front of my boy.
Went to the Swapmeet and found an awesome picture of an old man smoking a corn cob pipe. Locked my sister out of the house came home to find she pulled a Magyver and drilled her way through the knob.
I'm usually not that big of an asshole, but I made my Bub watch the Notebook and Americas's next Top Model.
And he's gotten me hooked on Twin Peaks.

Sunday - went to the Orange Circle, which Bub says looks very much like Nebraska. Went to a many Antique store but were wary of Muff's Antiques.
Bought some more junk to cover my empty walls.
Favorite = Bride of Frankenstine tin poster.

Sunday Night -
Some Like it Hot and Top Gun, sister and I complained about how ugly Kelly McGillis is and Punkin complained about how gay Top Gun is.
Kareoke Revival!!!
Eight year old's singing Brittany Spears and the Led Zepplin dude doing what he does best, Led Zepplin.
Punkin's watered down Jack and cokes still couldn't dull the pain.
Then I went up and I made my own ears bleed a little with the most god awful voice-cracking rendition of Whitney Houston's I Wanna Dance With Somebody.
What the hell was I thinking?
But then I almost made my sister cry singing Tiny Dancer. And not because it was bad.
Adrenaline highs make Kim stupid, becasue I couldn't drive worth a damn. Ryan was drinking and he could've driven better.
I have bruises all over my thighs.
And it's from moving a couch.

So that ends it.
I love not sleeping alone.