Why are we all competing with this dead guy?

I sit here typing this in some dudes house. Actually more important I type this in San Diego. Still not exactly sure what I’m doing here besides hanging with a buddy of mine. This place doesn’t really seem like San Diego though. I want to call it Palm Diego Dale but it doesn’t roll off the tongue all that smoothly. And it sounds really f’ing stupid. There’s this sort of desert setting that can fool you in to believing you’re in some god forsaken part of Arizona, but then you pass Qualcomm stadium and it’s like oh… yeah this is San Diego. People will probably fight this view till they die but my lone impression of San Diego is becoming an awesome one with cacti. I SWEAR TO YOU I’m looking out at rocky mountains and cactus.

Now that I’m done lying to you people that I’m in San Diego when I’m really in the middle of Montana I can’t say for sure what this weekend holds. With maybe 20 dollars to my name I’ve already dodged the bullet of Indian Casinos. Although I know I can win. I wonder what the spread is for the All Star game…

Because the title of this entry will probably send me straight to hell I won't bother explaining it.