here you have it

let the finger fly, and let's get the hell outta here

i'm not usually an agressive person. i actually see myself as pretty tolerant. until i had a slight incident today at the wisconsin dells. what is wrong with you people? in the 4 or 5 block area that abby and i were exploring while we were waiting for our photo to develop, we got stares, glares, and one cat call that had my most expressive finger flying before i even knew what happened. what is it that makes men want to hoot and hollar at two women walking hand in hand across the street. you're *obviously* not gettin' *anything* from either of us, so PISS OFF before i shove that very finger into your stupid homophobic eyeball. jerk. i don't get it, i just don't get it. why give us drity looks? i don't give you dirty looks. so, if you're looking for a nice weekend full of fun, racism, misogyny, over priced crap, and t-shirts that advertise god, beer, marijuana, sex, and the confederacy, the wisconsin dells is the place to be.

and this was all *after* the photo incident. ok, so here's the scoop: abby and i thought it would be fun to pose for one of those old time photos. you know, the ones where they get you all dressed up and you pose with guns and booze and pretend you're a badass cowboy or gangster? right, well, i was all psyched for it, until we got there. after some discussing, we decided that it would be cool for us to kindof reverse our every day tendencies, and have me dress as the woman and abby dress as the man. i was fine, even a little amused, until they actually gave me the "dress." i was *so* not prepared for how ridiculously self conscious i felt in that thing. we talked about it, and abby pointed out that the object of dressing up is to be someone you're not. given, but i really don't like the person that costume made me. i've never been so comforted by boxer shorts.

so after a rather strange day of self exploration and a dirty slimy feeling left on on my mind a la the wisconsin dells, i'm chillin' at home with some much needed comfort food, some much needed silence (except for the amusing whistle sounds by the neighbors' pet parrot), and very soon some much needed sleep.

because somehow

this is one of those moments like when you're off somewhere in your own head doing and seeing wonderful beautiful things, and then you suddenly come to, realizing that you're really in a room full of people, and most of them are right now looking at you, and someone says "welcome back," and they're all waiting for you to answer, but you don't know what in the world the question is, and some of them want to know where it was you just were.

where was i? what was i doing? am i different now?

high school class reunion. you're all still the same plastic people i couldn't wait to get away from 5 years ago. there was one refreshing exception. (keep on, katie) what is with the people and their makeup and highlights, children and spouses, manicures and mall clothes, beer smiles and little purses? so we went to the playground, where things were always better anyway. i wondered from a distance, who *are* you people? i couldn't have possibly come from this place.

this time. now, when, sometime in the future. she came to me from another life. hopefully she'll stick around for a while in this one. everything is so lovely and wonderous when she's here.

a home. still working hard on making this house a home. i don't know where to put my toothbrush. i don't have a routine. still working on being able to live without a routine, a mine and hers.

i could use a week off to catch up. and to sleep. and to dream.

to the east side

moving is officially over. this weekend has been a rollercoaster, physically and emotionally. long story short, the moving was great. we got an amazing amount of stuff done in an amazingly small amount of time. molly's dad was the only member of either of our families that was nice (dumb?) enough to drive out here and help us move. i was in awe of how efficiently things went. i am strangely proud of my bruised arms and sore shoulder muscles.

yesterday, however, is another story completely. my body was a huge pile of nerves after (again, long story short) i lost my cat. i *lost* my cat. i can't believe i lost my cat. i could have puked, i was so upset. after a supremely unrestful night of nightmares and wandering around the house looking for her, i finally found the cat in the basement, hiding behind some furniture. ugh. i now completely understand it when parents say, "we're only setting these rules because we love you." little, from now on, no basement. because i love you.

speaking of the cat, it's just about time to take her to the vet for her checkup. oh boy, she is *loving* me this weekend....

tonight: monday night football party!! yay football season!!

let the games begin!

so i've been scurrying around all week trying to make plans for moving out of my apartment and into my house in less than one day when i get a phone call from my new property manager. she informs me that the people who were in my house have already moved out, and that the place is totally ready to move into. now. oh my gawd. now. so i stop at her place and pick up the keys on my way to work this morning, and now, after working a full shift, i'm almost halfway moved in. and it only took one car load. this is going to be sooooo easy. our plans went from being homeless for 2 days, to being able to make the move with 6 hours of overlap, to making the move with 2 days of overlap. hell yes.

so i've been scurrying around all night getting my girlfriend shipped off to the michigan womyn's music festival (*with*out*me*), moving stuff, and chillin' with molly and ryan. after a solid hour (mind you it only took one hour and one car load each) of moving stuff from our apartments to our house, we walked two blocks down the street and realized that we're just two blocks from a thai restaraunt, a book store, a park (where there are frequent drum circles), AND a queer friendly video store. rock on.

so now my belly is *full* of thai food and it's late and it is totally time to sleep. tomorrow will bring another full shift at work and moving the rest of my stuff. by saturday, it will be r&r time. bring intoxicants, friends, it's time to chill.

television and the internet: clever devices to make you forget what you were thinking about before

so after a weirdish day of feeling kindof weirdish (it's ok, i'm betterish now), this has me laughing into next week. it's my new favorite thing to do on the internet, i think. holy shit, dave chappelle is hilarious. check out the rick james and the lil john clips. ugh. it hurts.

where are we going, and what are all these boxes for?

in less than one week, i will be moved into a house. a real house. less than one week. my apartment looks like it's been visited by the clutter fairy, with a big can of white paint. there is nothing on the walls to look at. this isn't home any more, just a place for my stuff. it's hard to believe that a place can look stark and cluttered at the same time, but it's possible, i swear. i can't wait to have a home again. maybe i should start actually putting stuff into boxes...

in the mean time:

congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud


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freudian slip?

president bush spoke today that his administration will "never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people."

would i lie to you?

tasty

this week and next week are going to be crazy busy with all of the moving and packing and planning (not necessarily in that order). i'm also on call almost all weekend, which i don't really mind because it will give me an excuse to stay close to home and get some of that packing business done, but it also prohibits me from partying like a rock star during my last weekend living downtown. oh well, last weekend was for rockstars.

did you know that comedy central reruns the daily show from the night before at 6pm on weeknights? from now on, if you want to see me between 6 and 6:30 pm on weekdays, you're just going to have to come to me. unless you have cable.

political tidbit of the day:
giving a press conference yesterday, bush talked about asking congress to approve the creation of a "national intelligence director" to oversee the "intelligence community across our government." a couple points of the speech have me pondering... as described in the speech, this director will (among other things) "serve at the pleasure of the president." i'd like to know exactly what that means, but for now, i'll let my imagination run free (because i love freedom)... seriously though, the thing that kindof freaks me out, is that he also mentions how important the patriot act is, but that we're going to need revisions of the 1947 national security act (i can't find the original text online, but basically it was responsible for creating the CIA, among other things). i haven't got a whole lot of time right now, but for sure i'm going to be paying some attention to what these documents entail. it makes me concerned. back to letting my imagination run with wonderment of how the national security director will "pleasure" the president....

word of the week (extra special thanks to ryan):
craptastic

now listening to:
"lighten up" by the beastie boys

2 days in a row! take THAT!

let's see... hmm.. what elsE have i been up to? oh yeah, getting news from sources that won't give me gastric ulcers. screw you, network news, and your boring old puppets. so how do i keep up with this circus we call america? bring on the cartoons!