I dont even know how to log in anymore...

you are right... that was almost a tramatic experience...ok.. straight from the new crazy house in vegas...
it is thanksgiving time and i hella want some fired chicken... hella.... with a side of condeleeza rice... but not just any condeleeza rice... shit naw.... i want the name brand stuff that comes straight from the heart of san francisco... and i want it to be made by your mom... no not your mom.... yes your mom chrissie... i know you all got excited and thought you could ask your moms to fix up some finger licken grub for good ol herr... but really... i was talking about a specific mom... an excited energetic mom... the kind that can let her hair down and scream... I AM 155 ALIVE AND LOOKIN DAMN GOOD BABY... even after birthing the brady bunch... hmmm... was this what you wanted otero.... a cheap laugh on behalf of my college degree with a concentration on english... i am sure my parents did not spend thousands of dollars for this to be the most useful way that i use my degree... and if not most useful... at least most enjoyable.... i eagerly await our weekend together... and fully intend to be thankful to see my astranged roommate over this fine american holiday... hehe... i love and cant wait to see what the hell comes of these shenanigans... thanks for starting us up again... peace out girl scout