I'm blogging! Like Gangbusters!

The series finale of "Friends" left me with a lot of unanswered questions...

2007-05-10T16:04:00.000-07:00

Today was my last day of being an undergraduate. About fucking time you say? I concur, but you're an asshole. Anyhow, I am not doing any of the commencement ceremony jazz so I thought I would post a video that sums up my time at Mizzou:

It's Go Go not Cry Cry

2007-05-02T21:48:00.000-07:00

Well, I guess since I haven't posted in nearly two and a half months, I thought I should give some updates.

-I turned twenty-five last weekend. Thanks to everyone who made it an awesome day.

-Apparently, I am too sexy for Teach for America.

-I am graduating next week, with my spine in tact. I must say, that I am doing so with mixed feelings. Certainly, I have learned who my friends are and people to avoid. Lessons well learned, I suppose.

-This isn't really about me or anything, but Claire got a hilarious message via Facebook. Since she doesn't have a Blog, I am going to post it on mine. Apparently, this guy cornered Claire at the ACT and preached to her about about Vatican II. Then he told her that his father really wanted him to get married soon. I guess he is on to something with this Facebook thing. Do I smell a marriage proposal? Oh yeah, and she took cotillion classes with him.

Hey Claire!

You and I went to Kirkwood Summer Camp the summer before 6th grade and then I got to see you a couple years later at that dancing lessons thing. I'm sure you remember.... It's me, Ryan!

How have you been these past 5 years or so (I think the last time we talked was right before and after we took the SAT in 03 or 04).

I remember you gave me your email address after the SAT but, due to unforeseen circumstances at that time, i dunno, but I lost it. I've been thinking about how you've been over these years, however, hoping that they have been fun and good for you.

So, then I heard about this facebook thing and when I found it that it was pretty much similar to classmates.com or hi5, yet it was free and a whole lot better, I had to join. I've been able to reconnect with some old friends and so now I am able to connect with you. GREAAAT!

Well, I have been going to college at St. Mary's College and working on my Education Major. What have you been up to over these past years? And is that your car?

Hope to hear from you when you get a chance and hope all is well.
If you want you give me a ring at XXXXXXX TTyl!

-Hell yeah, they're playing motherfuckin' Foghat on America's Funniest Home Videos...check ya'll later

BUSTED!

2007-02-19T09:49:00.000-08:00

I guess you still read my blog. Hiding your shameless social climbing activities from me doesn't mean that you aren't doing it. Pathetic.

The conflated relationship between visibility and tolerance.

2007-02-19T09:13:00.000-08:00

This article appeared in the New York Times today.

I think it is interesting that this is just now being addressed given the increase in gay and lesbian media representation in the last ten years. Remember when "lesbian chic" was supposed to usher in a new era of tolerance? Metrosexuals anyone?

Would people still watch gay people on television if it portrayed what actually demarcated gay from straight?

Oh and I will not eat Snickers anymore. Who greenlighted such homophobic and sexist advertising?

Clearly, the end is near

2007-02-08T10:07:00.000-08:00

This has to been the most eventful week that I have experienced in a long time. I am not referring to typical banal interpersonal drama. Here are the highlights:

-Tuesday my girl, Julia, called to tell me somebody hacked into her email account and sent some messages to Jon from said account. Interwebs stalking? Me thinks so.

-Explosions in Kansas City. When I was a child, there was a large explosion in KC. It was at a construction site and six firefighters were killed. My mother and I were living in Independence with my grandparents at the time. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing everything glass in the house. I went to stand in the kitchen and I was knocked to the floor by the vibrations. I thought that Jesus was returning. I think I was five or six.

-Yesterday, Jodie discovered that our garage door was open. Neither one of us opened it. She called our management company. They sent a man to investigate. It turns out that somebody has been digging a hole in our basement. A really fucking big hole, complete with a giant axe in the ground next to it. I don't know who is doing it or why, but secret digging is never done with the best intentions.

Ahhh, a week of explosions and mystery!

Sad.

2007-02-01T23:59:00.000-08:00

R.I.P. Molly Ivins.

Some housekeeping....

2007-01-31T23:29:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I didn't ever want to do this but I have reached my limit. If you still read this, you will most definitely know who you are. I will exclude your name from the post...I suppose that is chicken-shit of me in an attempt to spare your feelings. But here goes:

You need to find your own interests, friends, and personality. It is rather sad and pathetic how you parade around with this new "you" that is exactly like me over the summer. Some might say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but honestly, this is fucking creepy. I kept quiet when I saw you gradually having more and more friends in common with me on Facebook after we broke up AND I kept quiet when I saw you messaging my ROOMMATE and becoming her Facebook friend several months after we broke up. But participating in Mizzou events in which I would most likely participate? Christ, you don't even go to school here...let alone have the ability to write a monologue!

I have done my best to actively avoid you, which has meant giving up everything I used to do (since you began frequenting every establishment I did over the summer). Really, its fine because those were single-people things and I am happily involved, however, it is still obnoxious. Also, there is a code about fucking the person that was your ex-girlfriend's rebound from you...usually it isn't a good idea.

I don't hate you, think badly of you, or wish any ill fortune on you. All I really want is for you to recognize some basic boundaries of social interaction. Think about the spaces that were so clearly ones where I was independent of you. The ones I had when I was escaping you. You need to find yourself, not me.

What the hell is wrong with you, America?

2007-01-29T21:38:00.000-08:00

I read this article in the Times today. If you are too lazy to click on the link then here is some motivation:

"Even when they are on vacation, the Schneider family seeks out the nearest Costco to gas up their rental car, grab a familiar lunch and browse for local specialties to bring back home. They have bought cases of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts from a Costco in Hawaii, gallon-sized salsa in Tucson, Ariz., and a crate of ruby red grapefruits in Marina del Rey, Calif."

Who does this? I like "things," but seriously, this is out of hand, America. It is unsettling that people can buy food and television in the same location. Shame on you membership fee driven discount warehouses.

This is the song I want played at my funeral

2007-01-22T12:43:00.001-08:00

Rip it up!

New Blog!

2007-01-22T12:34:00.000-08:00

I'm Blogging! Like Gangbusters! has changed. I did the blog links on the side from memory, so if I forgot you let me know.

i love this town

2007-01-15T18:55:00.000-08:00

Today, I ventured out into the icy streets to do a bit of shopping. I purchased a pair of large headphones, composition notebooks, and pens. More importantly, here was the scene I witnessed in the school supplies aisle at the old Super Wal*Mart:
A young grandmother yelling at her four ill-behaved grandchildren while eating out of a giant bucket of fried chicken. I believe she was on one of the legs when I saw her.

First day of classes tomorrow!

First Post of '07...God I'm Lazy

2007-01-14T21:13:00.000-08:00

After a long hiatus, I have decided to return to blogging! Like Gangbusters!

I am entering my last semester at Mizzou. Time to make some actual decisions, I suppose. I know I want to go to grad school, but I think I should take some time to pursue all of my funding options. Hopefully, I will be able to find a job with the University in the meantime.

The break from school was on fire. I got to hang out with my boys and family. Scoville, Michael and I went to Missie B's in Kansas City AND IT WAS KARAOKE NIGHT! In my drunken state, I got up and sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart." I was rooted by several gay men holding lighters and the shirtless "cowboy" who ran the karaoke machine joined in. It was a night of magic!

I went to St. Louis with Claire and met her parents and little sister. I was pretty nervous considering I had never really thought of myself as the type you bring home.Ah...times they are a changing I guess (sorry about the cliche). I also met her friends from home at a Thai restaurant called the King and I. The food was outstanding. The second night we went to Claire's best friend, Michelle's sushi party. The food and company were both exceptional.

The next night we had dinner with her parents, sister, and brother. Oh, Paul. We were treated to stories about homemade kefir giving him euphoric highs and smoking sage. He was generous enough to open up his home to us to watch Talledega Nights and show us his homemade mushroom tea!

Also it was the fete de roi, a French holiday celebrating the arrival of the kings at Jesus' birth. Claire, her mother and I made a gallette to mark the occasion. Her father deemed it "alright."
He found the little figurine in the cake, so he was king for a day.

I came back to Columbia and exchanged gifts with my homegurl Julia. You'll never guess what I got! A BEDAZZLER! If you want your intitials on a the back of your jeans, let me know I can hook you up. I can Bedazzle ANYTHING! ANYTHING you want! On the car ride to Addison's, Julia, Jon, Claire and I listened to the new Thermals CD. I love it! Thanks Jon and Julia!

Claire and I headed to KC shortly after to hang out with my mom, Jerry, and Austin. We mostly shopped and drove around the city. I took Claire to the Nelson...can't wait for those underground galleries to open. Moms treated us to a delicious lunch at Andre's! I love their tasty little confections.

We also went to Legends, the overwhelmingly large shopping center in Kansas. I got a new pair of kicks at the Converse store for $20! They are distressed slip-ons. Sadly, they didn't have the yellow hi-tops I have been seeking for months. We were hungry after shoe shopping for two hours, so we went to a dinosaur themed resataurant called T-Rex. Jodie met us there and we were the only table without young children. Claire was in dinosaur heaven. Mmmm overpriced meals and screaming kids...a dream of dreams.

I am glad to be back in Columbia, in spite of the ice storm.

I am nervous about the new semester. It is my last, but I feel like I am losing my edge or something. I feel less creative, jaded, and a bit like I am going to fall on my face. I probably just need to get back into the swing of things.

My New Year's resolution: Quit freebasing.

If this turns into the Donner Party, I'm gonna be pissed!

2006-12-01T13:50:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning and this is what I saw:

Claire and I are completely snowed in! I was going to take pictures of my car buried in snow, but that would have involved stepping out of the house into the actual snow. Fuck that! Classes were cancelled, which is awesome because I had a paper due today that I didn't finish. No school or work!

This is what we are doing:

In other belated news, I went to Blue Springs for Thanksgiving last week. I hung out with my moms, Jerry, and my little brother. He is pretty funny. Here he is washing a Turkey:

In case you couldn't tell from his facial expression, he is pretty fucking hilarious. Here is a story he wrote for his second grade class:

"Do you want to hear about my scarecrow? First he found a frog that threw up a radio. Next there was a CD in it. It was Nickelback. Then my scarecrow started to dance. And then he went to the store to buy a Pepsi. Last he danced while drinking Pepsi. Did you like my story?"

Genius! Nickelback, Pepsi, dancing...all compelling topics for a story.

Also, go pick up a copy of the Advocate. John Stamos is on the cover, but more importantly, I am on page 42, lookin' sassy and all. I will put a scanned copy up later, but I have to wait to use my girl, Julia's, scanner...or I will rig one out of all of the old newpapers in my basement. Speaking of basements, mine is filled with standing water. Hawthorne, my slumlords, has yet to do anything about it, and has been like that all week! Nice!

Well, I guess I am off to go eat some of this since the snow is so bad:

I VOTED

2006-11-07T14:29:00.000-08:00

I went to vote today, and I hope all of you people did as well.

Too tired and cranky to think of anything else to write.

Damn ya'll, I haven't blogged in awhile....

2006-11-06T12:36:00.000-08:00

Hello friends and sworn mortal enemies. It has been far too long. Please, take off your coat and enjoy the warm respite of this blogpost. Here is an update of what has been happening:

1) I have pulled back a bit from the Brady stuff. I am not quitting, per se, I am just having a smaller role for a bit because it is getting really close to grad school application time. Also, I had two midterms returned to me with B's. Not to sound like a whiny baby, but that is completely unacceptable to me. I need to buckle down and reorient my priorities.

2) Halloween weekend was off tha chain people. Claire and I met up with Jewelia and Jon at Ye Olde Eastside Tavern for a kickass Black Sabbath Cover Show, complete with the owner, Sal, standing on an upside down cross.

Not a very good pic of the show, but it was the best I could do at the time.

3) I am in love. I have met someone who makes me so completely happy and actually reads...BOOKS...and TALKS ABOUT THEM! Also, she is a fantastic companion. I am so fucking lucky (not to sound like the lezzies who makeout in my Trans Studies class).

4) This weekend was pretty awesome. Friday night, Claire and I met Julia, Jon, Erik, and the Minotaur at Teller's. A good time was had, but we were on the move. Claire, Erik, and I went to an East Campus party. I realized that I am too fucking old for those. We met up with Jess, Claire's roommate, Rachel, and Sarah. I ran into Paul Lampe, who had people over on Saturday. I got to see Patrick, and so the Great Gay Couple was briefly reunited for the evening. I kind of miss him, but things change, I suppose.

5) Finally, I am going to go on a rant. This is an open message to the pseudo enlightened conservative girl who thinks I am scary and mean. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me other than what your manipulative friend told you. You told somebody that you made that judgment of me based on the way I look. Is it because I don't look like you and your friends? Is it because my appearance is not done for the purpose of landing a good Southern (*cough* racist and patriarchal *cough*) "gentleman." I am a feminist lesbian (not to be confused with lesbian feminist) and guess what? That is not going to change and I am not going anywhere. I know homophobia when I see it, most queer people do. You are not masking it well. Am I scary because I am a big "femin-nazi Dyke" to you? Oh, and also, believe it or not, not all women who are attracted to women are attracted to you. I saw the comments on your Facebook pictures and found them to be utterly reprehensible. Just because you have gay and lesbian friends does not mean that you are not homophobic. You have to recognize that this means that eventually, your GLBT friends will be in relationships with other men or as in this case other women. Sometimes those relationships are public. The last relationship your friend was in (the one that you are using as a basis of judgment against me) was so fucking damaging. The fact that it wasn't even acknowledged by her friends because she had to hide at her girlfriend's behest...What do you think that it did to her as a person? The fact that you still refer to it simply as a "good friendship" implies that you make no effort to view it as an actual romantic relationship (you know, one with the possibility of sexual activity...And trust me, women do that). It is not necessarily the physically violent homophobia that is so damaging in this case, but you inflict a more sophisticated brand of violence. How dare you tell my girlfriend that she is of low moral character. And how dare you use your pious standards to judge our relationship. Maybe you should get to know me. I am pretty fucking awesome. If not, it is really not a big deal, I just want you to stop making someone I care about feel so bad.

"We made love like a pair of black wizards. You freed me from the past. You fucked the suburbs out of me"

2006-10-19T15:53:00.000-07:00

Happy early Halloween, "ladies."

Hear ye! Hear ye! Delicious News!

2006-10-19T15:18:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Julia, I had a delicious encounter today: TROPICAL NERD ROPE! If original Nerd Rope is the t-shirt and jeans of the Nerd Rope Candy World, then this new flavor is the fine fur that you would use to dress up such a standard outfit.

P.S. Dear Nerd Ropes c/o of Wonka Candy,

I found a human finger in my last Nerd Rope. Please send me a case of them. Fingers not Nerd Ropes. Tropical Flavor if you can spare them.

2006-10-13T15:03:00.000-07:00

I love Halloween! You know why? Well sit down. Are you sitting? Good! Anyhow, the on-demand on the cable has an excellent selection of B-horror films. Right now, Jodie and I are watching The Possessed.

Here are the characters so far:

Some chick who looks like Traci Lords: lead singer of the ghost band
Lance Bass with fetal alcohol syndrome: a studio exec.
A chick who probably cuts herself on and off camera: New lead singer of Ghost Band
A guy in a shirt with a hamburger shirt that says "Eat Me": Himself
D-Bag in a visor: The bassist
Christopher Lloyd's surgically separated siamese twin: a travelling wizard
Pretty boy Nick Cave: a guy who pretends to use a mixer
Some blonde chick: some blonde chick who likes to fuck guys in bands

Plus we have been treated to a bunch of butt rock. I hope everyone dies in the end. This band makes me want to stop listening to music.

Look at this faggat!

CRA-ZY

2006-10-08T16:45:00.000-07:00

This week has been insane. Something that I thought was going to be a small project has blown up. I don't really know if I am comfortable with this. My name being known has put intense pressure on me. Too many phone calls, emails and blog posts. It is fucking overwhelming. I am exhausted. I don't know if I can do it anymore.

I am ready to leave. To move on. I can hardly stand the midwest's culture of civility. Columbia is not my home. Maybe I will change my mind next week.

So it has come to this...

2006-09-19T22:49:00.000-07:00

Here I sit. Procrastinating on a paper, watching a new talent show on MTV. It is, basically, a show where a bunch of moderately attractive people vie for a spot at being the most "talented." The problem is this: these people only seem to have a talent for attracting attention to themselves for being unbelievably obnoxious. These shows seem to be increasing in numbers on television, or at least portions of talent competitions are able to attract viewers by showcasing contestants with little talent.
Why is this such a phenomenon in entertainment right now? So many of us, myself included, know it's bad, yet we can't look away? Is this the Napoleon Dynamite generation? Last week, there was an op-ed piece in the New York Times lampooning the coveted "youthful" demographic and how advertisers want to lock buyers into purchasing habits as early as possible. It is interesting, then, that a demographic of people who found Napoleon Dynamite so funny, (and trust me, many were laughing at Napoleon, not with him) are the same people being marketed to through programs that have premises built around poking fun at the weakest members of a competition. I suppose this might be somewhat more reflective of a culture built on the inequality of competition.

But this is supposed to be the hybrid car buying, everything organic generation? Clearly Toyota and General Mills have figured out a way to cleverly package and market these hippie ideals. Meanwhile, we have an entire genre of television that runs simultaneous to these advertisements, holding no-talent competitors in high regard. This might be great if the whole postmodern thing really took hold, but there is one problem: a lot of people missed the joke. America isn't laughing with you, they're laughing at you as a form of escapism. I would love to see the day when people laughed at these shows as a mockery of convention and rigid genre-making boundaries, but many of those people who watch these shows are still bound to these very things that postmodernism would shun. Is the joke on the convention or the person? I am sure most would respond more frequently with the latter (but I would hope that this could be demonstrated incorrect). These shows adhere to almost every other aspect of convention in television (for their respective budgets) with lighting, conventionally attractive people, editing, and the like. So it is an elaborate production, just to be mean?

I, for one think that as feminists, we could analyze these components of the media. I know that I get sick of reading feminist media analysis that focuses specifically on over-hashed issues like, "Women on T.V. Look Too Much Alike" or "Why Aren't Plus Size Women Represented More?" "Every One on T.V. is White" (Bitch Magazine I am looking in your direction). We should start looking at why this is happening in these types of articles instead of blaming "the patriarchy" and the fashion industry. Of course these areas of analysis are important and deserve attention, but as targets, they are actually becoming shields from larger issues linked to feminism in entertainment. Feminism is about power and inequality when viewed in the simplest terms. Feminist media analysis could also draw on this influx of shows based on competition designed to acquire profit from exploiting weakness based around designated and constructed conventions of what is considered "talent." More energy should be focused on processes that are linked to these issues, rather than the fact that the issues exist. Maybe the popularity of shows so rooted in picking on people are linked to the oppression of groups, say, perhaps, in the real world. Perhaps it is the interest of the viewer influencing the programming and not the other way around as many articles might suggest (I am still looking at you Bitch magazine).
A good friend of mine (I will spare the name because you know who you are) once told me about a classmate in a Women's and Gender Studies course that blamed Girls Gone Wild for the exploitation of women. She even went as far as to claim that the women in the video we unaware that they were "victimized" (*Sidenote: Apparently, she bought the DVD. So she was financially supporting something she felt victimized women to make this very point? Excellent logic!) I understand, and I hope I have this correct, she blamed patriarchy. Patriarchy is to blame for drunk girls flashing a camera?
Feminist media analysis is important and interesting, which is precisely why we should stop looking to the specific examples of hyper- sexualized, thin women, and start looking down other avenues in popular culture that provide insight into systemic causes for these very things that cause such outrage over representations of women in the media. We should start looking to things that feminists and non-feminists alike can understand (like the prevalence of bullying on competitive shows). It may be shamelessly idealistic, but I would hope that this could lead to a greater understanding of the why that causes certain views of women not only in entertainment, but in that nagging real world that exposes itself every now and then. We could spread our message of equality to a greater audience, maybe even the one who watches the 700 Club.

Banal Musings

2006-09-15T13:49:00.000-07:00

Hello! I have been terrible about updating my blog! This is becoming a pattern in all of my posts.

This week has been crazy! We got the Brady Project off the ground. I thought that the response was going to be different, but I suppose that is the beauty of human response. The only problem that I have had with comments/responses, is people don't really seem to be reading the post in its entirety. Some feel that we didn't establish a "strong enough case" that the building name should change. Well, we are doing this over a period of a month. If we built the whole case in one entire post, people would certainly not read it (as demonstrated with the first one). Further, I am really not interested in naysayers' input, we have enough to do as it is. Anyhow, we have gotten a shitload of local press coverage. We were interviewed for KBIA last week, Patrick was on KOMU last night, and a story will appear in the Missourian next week (we were told that it will be a biggun' with pictures!). I am very shocked at how fast things are moving.

Moving on to things unrelated...

When I came into work yesterday, I had to climb over large squares of something covered by black plastic. When I asked what it was, Jeremy replied, "Oh yeah, they are moving asbestos from that closet.
' It was in the hall for two days! Thanks for the potential illness Mizzou! Oh well, maybe this University will make me rich after all.

Last night, I went to the A and C with Patrick, Erin, and Becky! Megan showed up later...She was fresh from her job selling kangaroo meat to hobos in Flat Branch Park. We had a pretty good time...Although that place is not the same without the karaoke. I ended up joining CoMo's local burlesque troop. We are going to work on a show to raise money for the Center Project. Finally, a chance to wear pasties...for a good cause!

Finally, I want to give a shout out to fellow blogger Sarah Smile! Now update your blog.

-I find it odd that Blogger's spell check doesn't recognize the word "blog."

The hirsute man waxes his legs

2006-09-06T20:40:00.000-07:00

This week my impending graduation has been sitting on my shoulders like Dom DeLuise (ZING!). Goodbye easy livin' hello stressed poor eating habits living. I am having major freak-outs that I am not going to get into a good graduate program. I had a dream that I was rejected from all of my choices, moved to Jefferson City, got married, and had children. When I awoke, I was covered in sweat. This GRE is going to be the death of me!

"There's never enough time. I'll never get into Stanford. I'm so excited, I'm so excited..." (You know the rest)

All the cameras comin' out for a public affair...

2006-08-29T15:26:00.000-07:00

It is Tuesday, so I suppose I should blog about my most excellent weekend. Friday night I watched The Order with Erin, Patrick, and Andrew. Then we went to a fine box social at fellow blogger Ben's house, where we met up with Ryan, Jodie, and Katy. Indeed! It will be the box social that all will speak of for weeks to come!

I got up pretty early on Saturday morning. Did someone say steals? It was a whole day of them. Andrew and I went to various vintage stores and flea markets, where we found some great things for my house. If you are in the neighborhood, you should stop by and see my newly decorated home. I also found the gayest bag ever at Maude Vintage. It looks like somebody made it out of an old pride flag. Andrew found a pink members only jacket! Steals!

That night Erin, Patrick, Andrew, Ryan, Katy, Ben and I all went to see the new Matthew Barney project, Drawing Restraint 9. My stomach was full of the Chuck Shaw and garlic/ricotta mashed potatoes Katy brought. Thanks lady! The film was rather impressive. Some of the scenes were slow, but the climax was beautiful. It involved vaseline, whale fins, and the arctic. The soundtrack was amazing as well. Bjork's music was the perfect complement to the film. Two bottles of chardonnay (don't worry, it was shared) later, it was time for bed.

Sunday morning, I went to breakfast at Ernie's with Jodie and Katy. We had the hottest waitress! We sat down, and who shows up? Why it was Patrick, Jenny, Meghan, and Trent. They joined our table. Good times! The french toast: off tha chain.

Yesterday, I found out I got the McNair Scholars assistant position. Loves it! Apparently a lot of people applied. I was a bit surprised since I don't usually get jobs that I want. I start Thursday. So excited! I think it is going to be a really great opportunity.

I am off to knitting with Katy at the Artisan.

School's back in suckas!

2006-08-24T20:25:00.000-07:00

I guess I haven't been blogging like gangbuster's lately. I have no excuse except that I was far too absorbed in easy livin'. Since school has started, my reign of hanging out around CoMo has ended. Here are the highlights since we last spoke (by we I mean the blogging community and by blogging community I mean the five people who read this and by five people who read this I mean my baby's daddy, Ryan, who owes me child support money).

-I was in the Pro Choice/Pro Fashion Show. I walked for Andrew Shirk's line. That guy is so fucking talented! He knows fashion and certainly doesn't belong in the midwest.

-I finally got around to hanging pictures in my house. It looks much less like a hobo-camp in here.

-I got a dog from the Humane Society. He is a Foxhound. I named him Salvatore Ferragamo after one of my favorite designers, but please call him Ferragamo. Ben suggested that I put pictures of him on my blog/social networking sites, but alas, I cannot find my camera's USB cable. I need to remember to get one.

-Last year at Mizzou baby! Tons of WGST courses!

Amazing!

2006-08-07T17:16:00.000-07:00

I cannot stop listening to George Michael's "Amazing." Did that sound really gay? Good! Download it. It is really catchy, I swear.

In other news: I am ready for summer to be over. I know I was in love with it in a previous post, but I think we are in a trial separation phase. Hopefully, I get the kids in the custody agreement.