gay purple jacket.

that's what bobby calls it. my cousin bobby, that is, not bobby from starbucks. bobby is 14 and is from san diego, and every year he and my aunt (my mom's sister) come in for a few days right after christmas to see us all and brag about san diego weather. bite me. anyway, when they come to iowa it's inevitably cold. it has to be. it's iowa. so of course they need winter coats. i don't think they own any because they never need them over in southern cali, so we always lend them a few during their stay so we don't have to see their year-round tans. anyway, there is this one coat, that up until this year, neither my aunt mary nor bobby had a problem with. but such is the vast maturity difference between the ages of 13 and 14 that bobby now refuses to wear the gay purple jacket. it was an old company jacket that my mom got probably a decade ago. the design is not really feminine or anything, but the color is very purple. bobby thinks people will start to question his sexuality if he wears the gay purple jacket, so he opts to freeze rather than bear such a mark of shame. course, he did spend 25 cents on one of those crystal tattoo things from a gumball machine yesterday and planted that sucker right on his forehead. i'm not sure what that says about him.

so i'm leaving now. to go to wisconsin. to see matty and mike and dave and maybe some other friends. i'm excited guys!