Of the six days I've been in town, I've been to Waffle House five of them.
Third season of Weeds? Complete.
I've also been trying out the tat on heterosexual males. Quality reactions there, quality. And I haven't even busted out the leotards yet.
I tried to start recycling in my house, because we haven't recycled for about 10 years which I think is outrageous. My mom shot me down because she hates the Earth so now the recycling boxes have to live in my room which is stupid because nobody's going to walk upstairs just to sort their garbage. I called my dad at work but he didn't even care and just told me to sort it out with my mom. Apparently, Ben's morals don't include recycling because he refuses to take sides. I hate this state.
Also, today I saw a campaign poster for Bob Inglis (our House guy running for re-election) which proclaimed that he was "endorsed by the NRA." Why do I live in a state where this is a good thing?
My friend Jeremy has mutton chops.
I also learned about this thing called Purple Draaaank. It's the opposite of an energy drink, claiming to "slow your roll." My friend Tom says that it's the only thing black people drink. I WANT OUT OF THE SOUTH.
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I knew this was you by the title. Ha. I still have to read it, though. Goooooing.
my house won't recycle either. it makes me sad. they use a lot of water bottles. and paper.
Show them pictures of the pollution in the oceans. And how fucking massive those heaps of trash are. And show them pictures of sea creatures. Or I will. I'll make a presentation on why recycling is awesome. And go give it to them. It could work. I'll be the optimist.
I feel very awkward walking to any trash can to throw away water bottles and not seeing a blue rimmed trash can right next to it. I always feel like I just killed a puppy. Not a good feeling.
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