Yreeeeeeeeeka.

Visiting Yreka makes me feel good about myself. I am smarter, stronger, better looking, more charming, better educated, funnier. I talked to several toothless idiots today. My dad and I had lunch at a local pizzeria quaintly known as "Round Table Pizza" There are pictures of knights and medieval things all around. I think "Round Table" is a reference to the fabled knights of the round table. There was a man there who looked like a manager. He was older, probably in his forties. He told the girl taking our order at the counter to be nice to my dad because "If it wasn't for him I wouldn't know how to read." I told my dad that if he had been a better teacher then maybe all of his ex-students would not have ended up working at shitty places like Round Table well into their 40's. My dad said, "Shut up you dirty Jew bitch." My dad often calls me "Jew girl" or "Jew Bitch" or "Little Anne Frank" because he thinks I look Jewish and he thinks it is funny to use ironic anti-Semitic slurs in public. He also talked for some time today about how Jewish people and Asians are smarter than white people. Sometimes he isn't a racist, sexist, homophobic asshole but most of the time he is. That's when I like him best. He is at the Elk's Club now with his friend Tommy boy getting drunk. He has two friend, Dick and Tom. His name is Jerry. You do the math.

My dad and I recorded my Thanksgiving song for my special Thanksgiving podcast. It is going to be really good. I guarantee it. Also, on the actual Thanksgiving day I'm hoping to interview some of my family members for another podcast. My aunt has been wanting me to interview her for weeks. I think it will be better once we are all drunk.

I talked to Marigold on the Google talk machine today for a little bit of time. It was pleasant. She is coming over to my house to watch all of the episodes of Six Feet Under because she's never seen it and I own all the seasons (except for the last one but I'd buy it if Marigold and Steve came over to watch all the episodes with me.) Marigold lives in L.A. with her husband and baby so I doubt that she is seriously going to come to my house to watch Six Feet Under. I wish she wasn't such a lying Philippina. It is unbecoming. Huckleberry laughed and screamed. Oh that reminds me, my dad told me to tell Marigold that when I told him about Huck he said, "Fuck?" and I said, "No, Huck, like as in Huckleberry." and then he said, "Fuckleberry?" And then he laughed and told me to tell Marigold that he called her baby, "Fuckleberry." There you go, Marigold.

I love visiting Yreka.

*UPDATE*

Later I said, "Tomorrow Mom and I are going to Walmart!" and my dad said, "Oooooh, what are you going to get there? Deodorant and Lipstick?" And I said, "I'm going to get a whole bunch of tampons and shove them up your ass!" And he said, "That doesn't make any sense." And I said, "It'll make more sense once you find out why your butt is bleeding."

I love visiting Yreka.