holy shmoley
so we made it to my grandparents this morning in time for grits. yum, we hadnt eaten shit on the trip. not very exciting besides all the funny racist jokes my grandaddy said. He told this one about...ah ask me later, i probably shouldnt say it. They gave me a book on the holocaust. its so fukkin cool. you should see all the dead people in here. then it made me feel really bad and that feeling soon led me to the corner of the room so my friend made a great suggestion. he said we should go downtown to the tard center and look at all the people there. it helped sooooo much. just seeing all those people not as capable as me made it all better