Sammy’s hiding some good guys

Every once in a while I find Sammy lying around all lonesome, so I pick him up and have a looksie. Then I find some innnneresting things on him, he’s like a holder of my memories. Kinda like the dot com. Which I suppose needs a name. Danny the Dot Com? Barry the Blog? Bernie. Doyle. Bev. Donny. Daniel. Oh man. The possibilities are endless right there. I remember once in an essay about family relations I wrote that the familial possibilities were endless (i.e., single parent, shared, etc). There are probably only about four types. As I wrote it I knew I was talking shit and I knew it was a stupid statement, T.A. called me out on it. He circled the sentence and wrote, really? Endless? He had it italicized and everything. I laughed out loud. It was so stupid.

Anyway, these are from…a few weeks ago at My Apartment. Not my apartment, clearly my apartment isn’t nearly as exciting. I wish. I don’t have an apartment anyway. But that joke never gets old. So many people told this joke before and it’s funny every time. Like one of those, “oh hey, where’d you get those shoes?” “Guess.” “umm, kay, Spring?” “No. Guess.” “Ugh, fine. umm. like Aldo?” “No. The store. Guess.” “I am guessing.” Ha. So good. (not really). It’s not funny. But when my friend told me it in the eighth grade, I thought she was [1] bullshitting and [2] pretty cool. Who shopped at Guess in the eighth grade? Not this guy. Anyway. The pictures. Mini reunion that night. Haven’t seen this girl in forevaaa. She disappears every so often, and I get pissed and dramatic and angry. Then we have a reunion and the anger disappears. I don’t see her as often as I’d like but she’s a good great friend. And then when I do finally see her it’s magical. Okay. Maybe not magical…fantastical. God I’m trying to concentrate but dad is listening to arabic poetry slams on high blast and Rana’s listening to Bieber in the shower. The combination is all kinds of confusing. Is ssshhhhe out theree? Is she out therrre? *rana replies* here I am WOW, digression much? But yes. Mary. I love her. Our time together is precious. We need automobiles. We do. We did the ghetto “take the bus places” way too many times. But I mean come one,we’re grown women kids, we need vehicles already. ARGH. This was a fun night. It was. She’s a party that one. Fans of tequila shots. Dangerous. I’m a heavy weight though (is that what you call the opposite of a light weight?) Because seriously, we had what seven[?] shots, three+ drinks/beers and I wasn’t even mildly intoxicated yet. Whatevs. Try harder I guess. #neversaynever huh? fuck. Bieber every where. Killer.

I like this photo. We couldn’t figure out how to turn on Sammy’s flash yet. I fiddled around for a few minutes and got it going. But it’s…neat. Who says neat anymore?