Happy birthday from the outback

Oh my god, I hate kids.

Just thought I'd say that. Yes, I know I'm a reticent, mean, bad person and that no one will ever want to be around me again, but my brother/brother's friends drive me up the wall.

AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY...

Val and I went out dresshunting at Southpark last night...it wasn't all bad, considering I hate shopping. We hung around Southpark and then we went to Caribou, and no one was there. No one...I was shocked. Val and I made an awesome entrance too, blasting The Killers...pity people missed it. But then Val called Jon on my cell phone, and apparently we sound a lot alike because Jon carried on an entire conversation thinking she was me, while I sat across the table from Val and laughed my ass off. So we walked down and met them at Outback and managed to convince the waitress that Conner was from France and was staying with Alex Whittington for the summer, and then Val and I colluded in telling the waitress that it was Conner's birthday, so the waitstaff came out and sang to him and he was really confused. Fucking awesomeness.

I have to go take my brother's friend home. Adios.