whether we like it or not.

Ok, so. I thought that the weather in California never could make up it's mind -- Jackson is ten times worse. Seriously, it's ridiculous. Today I woke up and it was a beautiful day with blue skies. Then in oh, about half an hour a storm rolls over the mountains and the wind starts blowing at gale force and there was thunder and lighting and hail and a coyote with a bird in it's mouth running across the lawn. !!!! What is the world coming to??? Then I head home from work, and it once again is beautiful blue skies and sunny. weird place... gives me the creeps. ha ha ha, no not really.

I've come to the conclusion -- well, this has been percolating for a while, but I've come to the conclusion that California is for weak humans. No, I'm not going to expand on that statement. wa-wa. (sorry that i just offended 90% of my readers.) I have California plates on my car still, and sometimes I try to park poorly just to make other people mad at California too. I'm not bitter, I'm just drunk. And I'm not even that either. lame.

Actually, the truth is, I am a lonely friendless loser from California who can't park. oooh hooo hooo hoooooo.

but I did drink a beer.
(this one's for you Laurie)

i don't like beer.

Oh goodness, and guess what else I found out...
the nearest Chipotle to me is like 189 miles away. boooo.

Ok, thats all.
oh, and the picture is of the hillside behind my condo. it's crooked because I took it with my cell phone while longboarding.