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Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010 || 5:49 PM
 So this past weekend was Memorial Day and I’ve just been thinking about how backasswards we American people really are. Now I won’t complain. I had a great weekend, all things considered. Stayed home and relaxed all weekend and then on Memorial Day, I had the greatest field day ever. So don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. But we really are backasswards. Think about it. Memorial Day is supposed to be about honoring the memory of our fallen soldiers who lost their lives in the line of duty and also honoring our brave veterans, blah diddy blah blah blah (no disrespect). However, all you hear about whenever Memorial Day weekend rolls around is about all the awesome drunken parties and barbeques and traveling to Miami or Cancun for even more debauchery. It’s kinda sad that no one actually remembers what the day is all about. So, on behalf of all the insensitive and oblivious douchebags across this great nation, I would like to take the time to thank our troops for doing what they do, and remember the ones who died doing it. And I’d like to remember one special veteran in particular. To Gregory K. Woodard, you didn’t die in the line of duty but you were friggin awesome nonetheless and you’ll always be missed, especially “in the hood” o_O Labels: babble and rant, friends and fam, pop of culture |