Dear Journal:

First off, Happy Fourth Of July! This year, America is 226 years old. Damn, I'm surpised she's not sagging... hehehe.

So yeah. In the morning, Stepho made me go to this American Cancer Society thing at radio station WPON 1460 AM over in Bloomfield Hills. That place was SOOO fucking boring! Nothing but old people listening to old music. But then, the food boy came. And damn, was he fine! Steph's like, "He's got major lumpage there...and that's not good with all the old people around." All I could do was stare. His name was Mark. He was GORGEOUS! *Trembles* Damn, I'm majorly horny now. I mean, all I could do was stare at his flacid package thinking of what I could do with him. I kept teasing Stepho about him. If you blow on her neck or in her ears, it makes her HORNY. I love doing that. She's so fun to make horny.

So then we go and pick Nicole up to do some shit with her. She was really sick. She kept saying she was okay, but I really didn't believe her. I mean, she sounded like shit major big time bad. She kept complaining of cramps (not PMS related), a sore neck, and other symptoms related to meningitis (bacterial/viral). She's going to the doctor tomorrow so we'll find out what's going on then.

We had dinner at Stepho's. Good ribs. GOOD RIBS! I gave Steph a foot massage and that makes her REALLY REALLY horny. So on top of Mark, aka Hot Dog Boy, my blowing in her ears and on her neck, and the fact that she hasn't had "ass" in a while... she's just a rolling ball of hormones.

Then I took Nicole to the fireworks. I had to park in Butt Fucking Egypt but yeah know. They were okay for being procured by a city of poor financial status. It would never amount to something like Marshall Field's but yea know. Major hottie there. I got to see him lift his shirt to display a tatoo he had. The sexiest treasure trail and I'm sure as shit that it would be more than gold down there! Ahhh!

But on a more serious and nonsexual matter, tomorrow could be doom's day or a good day. We're awaiting results for Pop's cancer testing. Thanks to Carla (my cousin who's attending UofM for RN, but is doing her hours with local doctors and what not) all of the testing and shit was expidited. It would have taken as long as the end of July to find out if the 5 centimeter growth on his kidney, which is strangulating the kidney, is benine or malignant. We all raise our hearts and voices to whoever is out there in hopes that everything will be okay.

Oh and just one more thought before I adieu my faithful, but slimming audience ( I really need to update more often for people to take notice again ), I will show you the chunks of the morters from the fireworks that were hitting us. In the upper left hand corner, were you see that cosmic thingie (I made that in PhotoShop) I'll replace that image for about two weeks with an image of the chunks that were cracking us over the head with each new booming explosion.

Je taime, and sweet dreams angel.