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Hey there, slick motherfuckers, strap on your party hat because your surrogate father and role model (yours truly) has just turned 18. It's August 4th, the greatest day on earth, my birthday (and YES, that's right, Jeff Gordon's birthday as well...pick your jaw up off the floor). So I feel pretty much the same besides the small but powerful privilege of being able to expose all my nasty, interracial, elderly people pornography to the masses. It's all legal, baby. Now's a good time to tell you I'm having an affair with your mom. And your dad. And your weird sister. And probably your mailman too.
To celebrate my birthday, or as my followers like to call it, "The Real Christmas," I babysat Eric Gruber and beat his and his friends' asses in Monopoly. I never fucking win Monopoly and today I made the board look like Sunset Boulevard. You can also tell it's my birthday because as I sit here typing this, my Kylie Minogue music is just a smidgen louder than what it is on the other 364 days of the year.
Anyway, yesterday was "game night" at Morgan's house, though there wasn't as much game as there was hysterical laughter and Rachel looking like she was going to pee and then explode. A deadly combination. Also, it was discovered that the point system to the game of "Foe" needs to be reconfigured. So sad when the traditions we have come to adore must be sabotaged by things like a shitty point system. Oh well, back to Trivial Pursuit.
Tonight I'm going to dinner with some members of my family to the fanciest, chic-est, most sophisticated and exotic restaurant there is...we all know I mean Chili's. Nothing like a few chicken crispers to proclaim my legality. After that, it looks like another ice cream date with Kimmie, Sarah, probably Feej, and whomever else is deemed worthy to party with the birthday crew. That probably means not you. Sorry, it's called standards. Recently, me, Kimmie, Feej, and Sarah all went to Naperville and enjoyed the styling of Cookie Dough Creations. Whoever thought of this place has earned a spot in paradise...of my heart. Loved the slushee (or pardon me, "Freezie", yeah, fuck off, whatever) and the cookie dough I shared with Feej. In addition, I also love Feej. She's the sexy brunette who comes strutting into your film noir-style detective office...lookin' for someone man enough to crack her case. Of course, I am man enough. Problem solved. Sorry Eric. You stupid, stupid puppy.
And with that, I'm out for now...nearly freaked out about college last night, but as for this moment I'm all birthdayed up. Ain't no mountain high enough or college crap fucky enough to frustrate me on a day like today. Peace out, and it's my birthday, so that means it's time to celebrate the swank in all of us.
Love to love you always,
Louis.
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