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Short post

Okay, I'm going to post a little short blurb in order to stop the comments and emails about not posting.  Also, Martin has filed a complaint with the ICLB (Independent Council for Lazy Bastards), a council that I'm pretty sure he's the chairman and founder of. (yeah yeah!)  Not that I'm worried to get anything from the ICLB, because after all, they are Lazy Bastards as well and won't want to get off the couch to send me any citations or whatever. (Since the ICLB doesn't really exist, none of the above really matters.)

Anyway, I'm back from San Diego.  It was a good time.  Love the weather there. It's perfect almost everyday. I think I would get tired of it though.  And the people are all a little weird. Like, there is no age-appropriate rule there.  There are 40 year old men dressing like skate boarders, and 50 year old women dressing like britney spears.  Kinda like Shelly from the West Chester office.  I mean come on, no one wants to see that shit! Tattoos everywhere and freaks galore. Where do these tattoo'd people work? Seriously. And there are tons of homeless people there.  I guess it's the place to go if you are homeless. Perfect weather everyday.  Never rains. Never gets really cold. That's where I'm going once my unemployment runs out. 

I went to Los Angeles and went to Disneyland. We ate at this restaurant in Beverly Hills, The Stinking Rose.  It's a garlic restaurant.  Holy Shit. It was SO good. We sat in these red velvet tent things over the table. Highly recommend it if you like garlic. Check it out. Rose   Click on the Beverly Hills location and you will see the red tent things. We didn't have the garlic ice cream though.  Instead we went to some place where they bake fresh cookies and put ice cream between them.  like a custom-made chipwich.  It was across the street from a Hooka bar.  Whatever that is.  It looked like an opium den.  They are all sucking on these tubes.  It was all weird.  I have to look it up to see what the hell that was all about.

There's so much stuff to tell.  At the marathon my friend's friend (which I guess she's my friend too?) anyway she was going to the start line and was talking to the Big Mac guy from Super Size Me.  Hes the dude who ate 20,000 big macs or some shit.  And at the finish line he walked right by me, not two feet away, holding a Big Mac.  That was my "celebrity" sighting while in California. Some guy who was in a documentary and eats a lot of Big Macs.

I will write more later. I gotta go to my nephew's baseball game. I guess it's not really a short post. But anyway, in case anyone cares, I still didn't find a job in Sydney.  Or in Pennsylvania.  And no one has sent me bags of money yet either.  Time is running out people.  Assholes.