takeoff? can we handle that much torque?
this picture, I think, sums up the actual, honest-to-god international politicking that is going on between the U.S. and the government of Iraq. it just looks so forced. I mean, you can see the obvious bevy of reporters behinds this camera in the flash. this is a photo shoot, and they aren’t even playing along.
jesus.
I’m still looking at it.
edit: “fuck” count in this paragraph: six.
fuck, I’m getting too far down.
look at al Maliki, for fuck’s sake. he’s smirking at the fucking cameraman!
I mean, Bush is trying to force a handshake out, who is that, out of Talabani. and Talabani, that fat fuck, is looking at it like it’s a bunch of hot dogs. those two dudes just don’t give a fuck. you know, you would think that they’d care an awful lot if U.S. troops left. like it would be a real strike to this regime, but you have to question that, because when they hear something they don’t like, they say it – like, for instance, al Maliki’s response to congressmen who toured the country and called it a hopeless warzone, which was basically “we don’t need your fucking approval.” they’re like teenagers with bad attitudes.
alright. what else. I’ve got tomorrow off. and, oh man, do I have shit to do. where to start: grocery shopping. more laundry. the DMV. changing a burned-out tail light. buying a Shins album (that’s lame, I know). all of this will take a normal person an couple of hours. but, well, I defy odds. so I bet I’ll get roughly half of it done.
and get this shit: word on the street is my aunt and cousins are moving into my mom’s house in Valpo. with mom and grandma.
Aunt Nettie just died! god damn it!
the pros. somebody can take grandma off mom’s hands.
the cons. they’re messed up. like, ‘you need to stop living and traveling with your mom and get a permanent job’ and ‘you need to let your children live their own lives’ messed up. they go everywhere together. and while that’s cool to be close with your family – cause I am – it’s interfered with them having normal, healthy adulthoods. and that’s coming from me.
either way, when I go home now, I’m probably staying at Uncle Bill’s.
and, jesus, we know what that means.
it means trouble. non stop, for real.
finally got a X-box 360. Get Bioshock. It’s fucking awesome.
-smith
Smith… how are you?
Mcmullan.. how are you?
I will be back for a visit in Dec sometime.
Well hey there, Anonymous. How you doing? Oh wait… I have no clue who you are.
A. I think it’s Andrew. hi, Andrew. be safe, budddy.
B. cry harder, Smith.