2007-10-02 - 7:12 p.m.
I say America, you say Fuck YEAH! America - !

Earlier this year, I bought a calendar. A $1 America calendar.

I proceeded to write "America! F*** yeah!" on every single American picture. It hangs above my desk. I like it.

A space shuttle is sitting up above my laptop screen with "America . . . F*** YEAH!" written on it. I did the "F***" because that's less offensive. Harmless, really.

Einstein didn't think it was that funny (her words) and said that her parents ever came, it would have to come down.

My exact words: "No, it won't. It doesn't even say the word on it. It stays up because it is mine. Not yours, so your parents shouldn't care."

Einstein's folks were in town today. And apparently they came up to visit the room because when I got back from having coffee with Libby, my calendar was face down on my desk.

This makes me irrationally angry.

So, I have plastered the words "America! Fuck yeah!" all over my side of the room. My two purposely tacky and stupid posters, one of the Sprouse twins of Disney channel fame and one of Chris Brown, now both proudly proclaim their love for America.

The picture of two mowers my dad sent that hangs over my printer (don't ask) now yell "AMERICA!" "FUCK YEAH!". In one of my pictures, a bubble from my mouth says "America . . .", the bubble from Cousin Meg's says "Fuck yeah!". A picture of me, Quint and Meg has a Budweiser frog effect with Quint's bubble saying "America", mine saying "Fuck" and Meg's saying "Yeah!".

Why, yes, yes, I am feeling passive aggressive tonight.

I am totally prepared to deal with her whiny, drama queen repercussions. Let this be a lesson! You do not touch my stuff!