i mean, really?
my new catchphrase seems to be, "sweet god, america... why?" with the occasional variation to speak to individual or groups of americans, "sweet god, americans... why?"
i think i'll say it again, since as i write this there's a girl standing in the parking lot across the street in nothing but her underpants, attempting to either make out with or beat up her apparent boyfriend. oh... it seems she's actually trying to do both. interesting.
let me know when you're sick of immigration.
let me know if you want to know more about people i can see from my window.
