Diet will be needed. I guilt so easily.
Alright, I guilt after eating anything.
And my friends tick me off. Fireworks are on right now, but I have no interest in them. They're sort of a let down every year. So... whatever.
Okay, fine. I just came back from my roof. I've never watched fireworks from my roof before, we've always went somewhere else to see them. The neighbors came up with booze and a bullhorn, and the people across the street were lighting bottle rockets and and stuff in the alley, and then the Indian restuarant on the corner suddenly started going off in the middle of the speech. Then the neighbors made the Independence Day speech.
A little later my godfather turned on the Marine's anthem and almost blew out his speakers, and there was a shload of people in our driveway watching the people in the alley. Between the Marina and the University and Culver City and the alley and some others, there were fireworks all around us.
It was fun, to say the least. My feet are completely numb.
And side note, the alley people once yelled "THEY'RE COMING!" and everything went off. Really felt devious there. Cops are bad on the fourth. And no one calls anything illegal in.
BAND O' THE DAY:
Jimi Hendrix.
For that rad nat'nl anthem that got everyone razzed up.
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Yar, you shouldn't guilt over eating anything. Only when you gorge (eat to the point when your stomach feels sore and eat some more), or when you eat foods and drinks primarily made of chocolate or sugar :') (That's my dieting philosophy anyways). Ah, so the 4th has come and gone. Happy Gone 4th to you ;') I hear you're coming back this weekend, yey! :')
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