Home alone with no Corndogs, we tried but there weren't any

I'm goint to Wyoming tomorrow for a funeral, or celebration of life if you like the glass half full. All of my family is from wyoming, while were not mormons, you'd think their was some inside breeding going on, because every goddamn person i meet in wyoming has the same last name as me. The funeral isn't until wednesday, so of course my uncle chick, who is a super cowboy is taking us to a rodeo. My sister and I are flying to meet my uncle's partner peter who is the gayest english boy ever, of course of the intellectual type, my uncle is the gayest texan ever with bleach blonde hair, fake tan and veneers, but the funniest person i've ever met. So it will be the gays versus the cowboys, i'm excited. I'm bringing my cowboy boots i found in mt. vernon so I can go kick the shit. That is cowshit, it's exciting to do with boots if your around age 7. Last time I was in wyoming besides touring was middle school, I was strung out on dramanine and listening to smashing pumpkins and nirvana, hating cowboys and family in general, but the times have changed now I'll be drunk and bumpin m.i.a on my ipod, with my cowboy boots on, celebrating life, not death! everyone's dying around me anyways, my friend died, both my grandma's are in chemo, and one is celebrating her life baggs wyoming style, so this week i've come to terms with it and now if blogmaster comes knocking on my door, i'm ready, because at least people can have parties when you're gone, my glass is half full, full of rum....but i'll get to that at the end. Christine and danny picked me up yesterday to take me down here, they were a little late, so i had a few too many schooners at boundary and was giving everyone my soapbox rant about dumb peta protesters, and the only way i'd feel bad about dead flying fish is if someone took the goddamn peta protesters dressed up as dead fish flew them in the air and they landed on their heads. We then headed down to sully's for real corndogs, not the one's you find on here. They were out! We then headed down to lynnwood to my parents house for real lynnwood fun, danny got a two dollar tony's pizza, christine passed out amazingly before me, because like me she had been drinking all day, but unlike me was not as interested in watching 27 dresses as drunk danny and i were. I was hoping for 27 shopping montagues, but i think it came up a little short, but boy could danny and I predict that movie, man Nate, Rachel would have been proud of me, I think after they left I almost put on Rumor has it with Jennifer Aniston, but that would just be crossing the line. Anyways that was fun, I emailed patrick, because no one has is new number, he thinks if he sends out a mass email, people are going to pay attention, but they don't patrick, so i'll do it for you, nevermind I'm too lazy to look up my email, but you should put it on here. Well the best part of being in Lynnwood is that my sister had a party on saturday, and there is all kinds of crazy liquors here, I made my famous rum on icecream, which is the only way i like straight liquor, until i discovered the PAMA, it's so fucking good with icecream, it's pomegranate liquor and i'm in love. But now we are out of icecream and i've got nothing to do home alone for 6 hours except go on the internets.....maybe i'll post again in 20 min i just hope i live to see 28 dresses.