canada kills

random shit on my brain:


- im in love with the most amazing person in the world. nik and i have the best communication and fun of anyone i have ever known. she knows me well enough to truly know what's good for me, not just what she wants to be good for me. she's beautiful, selfless, and one of the kindest people i've ever met.

- im not that excited about vancouver. it seems to be an ok place, but not THAT amazing.

- i hate border patrol. they make me feel like a felon when im not doing anything wrong.

- i am registered for classes and excited about it.

- nik and i are finally getting motivated about working on music seriously. we're both fed up with our intense level of procrastination.

- in regards to vancouver... my liver hurts.

- i love seattle.

- student loans freak me out.

the seattle fam

so last week my bff from michigan/louisiana moved to seattle and is living with nik and i. we will likely get a bigger place soon. it is so much fun hanging out with megs. yesterday we went to discovery park and hiked a few miles through the most gorgeous woods to the beach. when we left the beach, we could hear some sea lions (or something) barking on the beach. it was a lot of fun. here's some pics:

megs looking for weird wood things:


me in some water shoes:


getting meghan away from the blackberries was extremely difficult. i think by the end of the day, she had consumed roughly 2 or 3 pounds of blackberries.

Sarah Rhoads Photo

our friend sarah rhoads is a kick ass photographer and took us out on an adventure sunday to get pictures of nik and i. despite many moments of me feeling awkward, she seemed to capture every moment of us being ourselves. if you have any need for photos, she is amazing. here are some samples from sunday:

then and now

i just got the new iLife from this girl at my work and i was checking out the new iPhoto and found some photos of myself that i havent seen since they were taken about 3 years ago. normally i feel some nostalgia when i look at old photographs, but what i saw was a complete stranger to me. that period of my life i truly morphed into something i was not. i dont have a specific reason, it just happened and i never noticed the change happening. looking back a few people thought of this as one of the healthier periods of my life. this thought really scares me. i was living a complete lie to myself and i was extremely unhealthy. i wore women's clothes and grew my hair long. this was the only time in my life i tried to live in a feminine way--and it wasn't so bad so long as i had a slew of drugs in my system to make me numb to it. it got to a point a few times where i looked really sickly from a lack of nutrition. it wasn't an eating disorder per se, more just me forgetting that my body was hungry from the intense amount of drugs i was taking. i cant really blame anything or anyone. it's a period of my life that i gradually lost myself to. what's odd to me is how much i don't remember. i guess it makes sense when you're using drugs... but i found these pictures of myself and i truly feel like i was sleeping through those years and someone else took over my body. i dont mean to be dramatic. of course there were good times, ive got the pictures to prove it. but when i see them, i see an opiate-smile and a person attempting to trick themselves.

if you were hoping to see these photos, too bad bitches.

......

I think I am giving up on blogging anything personal here. Everytime I sit down with the best of intentions but the truth is, most of the people who come to read this are people I wouldn't want to know the things I need to say. I can't really control who views this page and knowing that inhibits me from writing what I want to, and that makes this about as worthless as a family newsletter in terms of unimportant updates. Nik and I will likely continue to post periodic updates in the more general sense of things (that's pretty much all we've done anyways).

I will continue the more personal things under Myspace (with protections) so only like 2 people can read them or just a regular notebook. A lot is going on right now and I really need to write somewhere. If you can't view my Myspace entries, don't be insulted, most people can't (even really close friends). I'm not really using it like a blog, more of a journal for my use and that of 1 or 2 close friends. Not that I have anything of great importance to say, I just don't feel like being an exhibitionist about any of it.

tired

sorry it has been so long since we've updated. today is the first day i feel up to being on my computer. more updates to come soon.

P.S.

I'm not saying that I'm very angsty these days. That last post was partially to motivate me to get off my ass and feel something again. The news doesn't surprise me anymore and I've come to expect the unbelievable bullshit from Bush and his cowboy friends in office. So mostly, I'm pissed at myself for not being more pissed at the way things are.

Incase you haven't noticed, the chipping away of my apathy has caused me to be stuck in my head a lot (thus, the need to write blogs every 10 seconds).

United States of Apathy

I always think that the Bush administration couldn't possibly get away with anything else. I always think... this time, they are busted. I always think, 'oh this will totally get him impeached.' And then today I read this article.

My thought now is what WON'T they get away with? Seriously, they ignore a subpoena for documents, pardon Libby from serving time in prison, start a war that doesn't even have an active plan for any foreseeable ending, and yet Paris Hilton goes to jail for 30 days over driving intoxicated. I don't agree with drunk driving by any means, but it seems the damage she caused is miniscule in comparison. I find it funny that the court has to prove that famous people have to be held accountable in the case of Paris Hilton or Martha Stewart, but Libby gets out of his sentence and we write it off as another dirty move in the Bush administration.

Jesus fucking christ people, what else do they have to do to get your attention?

9 more days.

So forgive me again for yet another cryptic post about this date. Most of the people who read this probably know exactly what I'm talking about, but just incase I am still going to remain relatively discreet. I should be at least a little bit worried, but I'm not. A couple of people have asked me if I am getting nervous, because they are. I probably should be a little bit. I guess there is no good reason to stress out. Stress just gives me physical ailments like headaches and stomach problems, so I see no real benefit of bringing that about.

I sort of had a slight melt down the other night. Not about this date, but just a lot of overly built up stress from the last month or so of non-stop activity. It was one of the first nights I had to myself to just relax and I think my brain spilled over the edge a bit. Anyways, I honestly don't even remember much of what I was freaking out about anymore. I feel much better and this weekend really helped Nik and I wind down from all of the chaos of the month of June.

The weather was effing amazing this weekend. Nik and I walked over to Cal Anderson, which looked like a beach with so many people laying around, playing frisbee and walking their dogs. We laid in the grass and I read really bad feminist poetry I picked up from Vivace Coffee. The sun felt so great. Afterwards, we walked around Broadway and came home. Actually we did that today too. We didn't lay in the grass today, because the pesticides or something made us itchy. I really love Cal Anderson. It's quiet, despite being in the city. The bums don't bother me. The jocks don't bother me. The drug addicts huddle under trees. The kids play on the playground or in the fountain. The field looks surreal to me sometimes. I don't mean to sound so cheesy, but it gives me a sense of peace that I only ever got from this cemetary by my parents house that I would ride my bike to as a kid. The park is quite simply the biggest mix of people you can find. Homeless, drug addicts, dykes, gay boys, overly serious tennis players, baseball players, soccer players, basketball groups, moms and babies, dad's and kids, teenagers with greasy hair and ill-fitted clothes, club-goers, hippies in circles, siblings, elderly people, leather daddies and sports rejects having fun despite sucking.

I have no idea why i am writing all of this. I am relaxed for the first time in awhile. I also thought I should write that the countdown from quite awhile ago is nearing it's end.

MRSA: In the news and in my house

About a week ago on Friday evening Nik complained that her chest hurt and she had a small red spot on her left side. Not thinking much of it, we went to bed. On Saturday morning she slept really late and when I woke her she said her left side hurt really bad. I looked and the red spot had swollen up and spread over her entire upper left chest. I started looking up the symptoms and figured out she had cellulitis, but this was really vague and didn't explain why it was spreading so fast. She had really bad fevers and kept sleeping. Her friend from Michigan was coming in later that night and I said she needed to find a quick care but she refused. After debating the cost of an ER visit and whether it was necessary, she said if it got any worse she would go in later that night. We agreed and she fell back asleep.

Two hours later (at 2pm) I woke her up again and she was drenched in sweat and breaking another high fever. We looked at her chest and the infection had spread another two inches and was increasingly swollen and there was a large lump under her skin. She was complaining of her heart feeling strange. Being that the infection was located directly over her heart she finally agreed to go to the hospital.

Once in the ER (after a long delusional 2 blocks trying to get her there) they put her in isolation. The nurse said she had MRSA (a staph infection resistant to certain antibiotics). They gave her a last resort type of antibiotic that causes adverse reactions in most everyone. Once they started it, about a quarter of the way through Nik started itching really badly and we buzzed the nurse who shut off the IV and gave her about 5 vials of Benadryl and waited for the allergic reaction to calm down before starting the antibiotic again. After about 2 or 3 hours of antibiotics (and a prescription for 2 more), we were told we could leave as long as we came back if it didn't start going away. As Nik was standing up she got really dizzy and the nurse took her pulse and blood pressure, which had sky-rocketed. After waiting another 30 minutes of them monitoring her blood pressure, she was finally discharged (still feverish and in pain). The pain she felt wasn't like a little ache, it was extremely painful to even have the bed sheet over her skin.

She is doing much better now and the infection has almost entirely gone away, but the nurse said she was lucky she came in when she did considering how fast it was spreading. Now I'm seeing MRSA in the news everywhere. Apparently it is really common with IV drug users. I think the intake nurse might have thought she used IV drugs, but she was really nice regardless of whatever was going through her head.

Another step backward for the US

I know it's been awhile since I wrote but I can't believe what I'm reading right now. It's an article about the supreme court banning the use of race to assign students to certain public schools (even to ensure diversity). Here is an actual segment of the article below:

The ruling was a victory for groups of white parents who sued the Seattle and Louisville districts, saying their children were turned away from their preferred schools because of their race.

(Read more)

Oh wah wah wah. Seriously, all of those people that were responsible for this "victory" should be castrated and not allowed to breed. Are Americans that dumb that they don't realize that even with the racial/gender-based assignments, the schools will still be dominated by white people?

Oh but my little brat didn't get to go to the school they wanted to? Waaaaannnnhhhh.... Here, suck on this. Now because you have 'protected' your spoiled, self-indulgent child's "right" to go to the school of his/her choice, now thousands of people from varying cultures will not get that opportunity.

If a handicap parking space weren't reserved for the handicap, that doesn't mean that you would have been able to park there. The spot would still have been taken by someone who woke up earlier and drove faster than you to get there. Chances are your stupid kid will still be stuck in the same crappy public school that they deserve anyways because I highly doubt with such dumb parents, that they are at the top of the list for the good schools. So thanks for your whining, go put on your white robes and burn a cross, assholes.

Family Visit

My family came in this past Saturday and they're here until the 16th. I was really nervous about how things would go. So far it's been a wonderful trip. The weather could be better, but it's so nice to see my whole family and spend time with each of them individually. I will have photos (courtesy of my mom) and more details later. I need to get to sleep. I'm fighting my second cold in a month and all of these tourist activities are quite exhausting.

Microsoft Vaccines? Yikes!

Gates refers to his philanthropic work as "solving inequity," as if it were a long-division problem. When Gates looks at the world, a world in which millions of preventable deaths occur each year, he sees an irrational, inefficient, broken system, an application that needs to be debugged. It shocks him — his word — that people don't see this, the same way it shocked him that nobody but he and Allen saw the microchip for what it was. "We had just assumed that if millions of children were dying and they could be saved, the world would make it a priority to discover and deliver the medicines to save them," he said in his Harvard speech. "But it did not."

- Time Magazine: Bill Gates Goes Back to School -

While I sincerely commend Bill Gates for putting forth his energy and resources to help people, I'm hoping the method in which he does this is completely different from the what was used to create Vista. I'm hope he realizes there isn't a ctrl+alt+delete for humans aside from a nuclear holocaust. Not that anyone could do more damage than the Bush administration.

School, Job, Family and HEAT

Today I confirmed my admission for the doctoral program (not without a minor hiccup). Anyways, I start back to school in the Fall and I'm really excited because now I'm more settled and can afford to pay my bills at the same time. This was my reason for moving to Seattle and a year later I am finally able to begin the work.

In other news, Nik started her new job this week with her old manager getting a start-up company in Ballard up and running. It sounds like it's going to be an amazing place. I can't give more details yet because it is not open yet. She is really happy about the opportunity and it is so nice to see her working for a company she believes in and who likewise believes in her.

This Saturday my family is coming to town.. all 7 of them plus 1 boyfriend. I'm so excited to see them and show them around Seattle. I wish I had the week off of work but I need the vacation time for my cryptic posts.

P.S. Contrary to popular belief, you DO need an a/c in Seattle. Global warming is a bitch.

Cryptic pt. 2

A while ago I posted about a significant event taking place in 75 days. Now there is only 39 days, 22 hours and 59 minutes left. The counter that was on my site got deleted when I changed the layout (which I still don't like).

I'm sort of becoming bored of Blogger, at least Livejournal encouraged some socialization. I suppose maybe I should use this to actually WRITE instead of just blabbering on about a countdown for something most people are clueless about.

Grad School

I've pretty much decided that I'm going to go back to school this fall. Last fall I deferred my admission to grad school for a year due to the fact I wasn't yet settled in Seattle, things were rocky with my family and I didn't have a job yet. I really just wasn't ready yet. I needed time to let the events from the year prior sink in and settle first. But now I have steady employment, we've got furniture, my family is coming to visit soon, and Nik and I have lived here long enough to know the city.

Speaking of family, it is harder than it seems to find a place for 7 or 8 people in the summer.

Coming soon: Final word on grad school, Nik's new job and freaky blog (and real-life) stalkers.

Ugly pre-made backgrounds

I will get around to making my own custom background one of these days. In the meantime, you will have to deal with the shitty pre-made options that Blogger has. Sorry.

Quick Updates:

Nik got a new bike, a 1983 Suzuki FA 50
Karissa had a birthday
My work is having a party tomorrow that will appropriately end at 80's night at Neighbours
Nik is starting a new job soon but I will let her update on that.
We are working on a project that I think is going to be really cool because it is actually turning out. (Can't explain it yet)
I'm still recovering from a nasty cold... but definitely better.
My whole family is coming to Seattle for a visit in early June.
My mom and I are slowly but surely mending our somewhat estranged relationship.

In summary, things are good.

Nik and I have been really busy lately so the lack of updates seems to be a consequence.

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I'm not sure why I am keeping this blog. Everything that I want to write about at this moment I am not comfortable putting on here so I 'm not really sure what the point is, except to keep posting photos now and then. I guess that's alright too, I just find myself not really sure what to say.

I've been thinking a lot about school again lately. I deferred my admission to grad school one year and it's about that time of year to decide for sure what I want to do in regards to that. Part of me thinks I should just suck it up and go and the rational part of me thinks I'm nuts for wanting to go back to school for that long and get into so much debt. It's something I want to be really certain about. Just thinking about it makes me want to take a nap.

Cryptic

So due to the personal nature of this post, it will seem extremely cryptic and meaningless to about 95% of those who read it and I apologize. For those of you who know me pretty well, you will know what I am talking about when I say I set it up today.

July 10th.

I can't even begin to describe how amazing this is. I have a countdown going on my computer and I am happy to answer any questions via email. I'm turning off the comments on this post, so those of you who do know, won't say anything on accident.

75 days 22 hours 47 minutes.....

Coming Out Party

Nik, James and I were playing Wheel of Fortune on the original NES system and the clue was "Event." None of us could figure it out and it turned out to be "Coming Out Party." James said he never had a Coming Out Party and Nik and I hadn't either, so we thought this would be the perfect opportunity to have one. Since the game was made in the 80's, we thought it would be fitting to celebrate it on 80's night at Neighbours. So last Thursday Nik, Megs (from Baton Rouge), Tobin, James, Erica, Karissa, Sam, Tiffany, Tyson, Joe, Deborah and Breanna went to Neighbours dressed in our best 80's attire. A few of us wanted to take this opportunity to celebrate being gay the 80's way and we did a bunch of poppers throughout the night. It's true that I remember very little due to the level of intoxication, but I do remember the following highlights:

1. Thriller dance
2. Dancing
3. Drunk-dialing my dentist's office at 4:30am
4. Falling asleep in the bathroom stall.
5. Buying Tobin a Toblerone because it sounded like his name.
6. Eating nasty Pita Pit.

Here are a couple photos from the house and the remainder are from the girl's bathroom at Neighbours:

Tiffany and Sam in the best 80's outfits ever:


Joe being Cure-esque:


In the bathroom at Neighbours:

My Surprise!!

For months Nik has been taunting me about a surprise she had planned. She wouldn't give any clues except that I needed some time off of work. I took the days off (last week) not knowing what she was getting me. I was allegedly getting my surprise on Wednesday, so on Tuesday night I went with Karissa to get her hair cut and then to Six Arms for drinks while we waited for Nik to get out of work. She had said that someone slipped and fell and she was being called in. So at Six Arms I sat there sending text messages to cheer her up about being called in and she finally arrived around 9ish.

We were sitting down snacking and when she said she had to use the restroom. Out of nowhere, my friend Meghan from Michigan (currently living in Baton Rouge) sits down next to me. We haven't seen each other for more than a few seconds in about 2 years. Those two had been planning a surprise visit since January! You have to understand how weird it is to see someone that you haven't seen in a long time, just pop up next to you. Anyways, those two planned the whole event without hardly knowing one another.

Meghan stayed in Seattle from Tuesday thru Saturday and it was effin' rad. It was so nice to see her and talk to her in person again. I swoon over the fact that Nik planned this whole thing out and knew how much it would mean to me to see her. That is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Karissa was in on it too, that is why she enlisted me for haircutting advice. I don't get too sentimental, but I really felt so much love from these people in my life. Seriously, I cannot imagine a more amazing group of friends. I mean, who does such nice things for people anymore?? I have the best gf in the world--hands down.

On a Ferry to Bainbridge Island (just for the ride):


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Pi

It's quite possible that this is the most brilliant song ever written.

Furniture

fur·ni·ture [fur-ni-cher] –noun
1. the movable articles, as tables, chairs, desks or cabinets, required for use or ornament in a house, office, or the like.
2. fittings, apparatus, or necessary accessories for something.
3. equipment for streets and other public areas, as lighting standards, signs, benches, or litter bins.
4. Also called bearer, dead metal. Printing. pieces of wood or metal, less than type high, set in and about pages of type to fill them out and hold the type in place in a chase.

This was the word I misspelled in the 3rd grade spelling bee.

"furniture. f-u-r-n-a-t-u-r-e. furniture."

I'm not sure I will ever forget that. I was devastated and I walked through the cafeteria to where my dad was sitting and cried. This word seems to have plagued me the last few years since I have been out of school because I have very little. I have moved 4 times since I left school, 3 of which were all within 20-30 minutes of one another. I had decided until I was sure that I wouldn't be moving for awhile or could afford to have people help me move, I only wanted to keep the valuable or irreplaceable things. This meant no furniture.

But latelly Nik and I have grown tired of alternating between the bed and the kitchen table and we decided to get a couch. This is the first couch we've purchased and I'm excited. I don't know that we will live here forever, or even if we could afford to have movers just yet, but I do know that I will be excited to sit on the couch with Nik and look out at the view of the city.

Casual Games

So as some of you already know, I work at a major online gaming company. There are quite a few of these located in the Seattle region and someone (supposedly from another company) wrote these two articles:

Customer Support Confidential
Customer Support Confidential: Know Your Enemy.

They are frighteningly accurate.

Excedrin = Crack

The other night I had a headache and took 2 Excedrin for it. I don't really drink any soda, coffee or tea so I live a mildly caffeine-free life. About a half hour later I was wide awake and restless. I kept tossing and turning.. Nik (who also had a headache) was having the same problem. Finally at 2:30am I went out to the living room and started to read Conduct Unbecoming: Gays and Lesbians in the U.S. Military by Randy Shilts. It's a huge book so I figured I would eventually read myself to sleep. Instead, an hour later I had worked my way from the 7 Years War to Vietnam. At 3:30am I decided to try laying down again... this time with Xanax. So jittery and sedated at the same time, I finally fell asleep and had to wake up 4 hours later. Nik, on the other hand, had to be up at 6. Thankfully she drinks enough coffee to fall asleep regardless of the caffeine shakes.

Nik and I started writing another song the other day. I'm really excited about it, and I would probably be a bit more pro-active about finishing it if I weren't so tired still.

For the record: I am trying to quit biting my nails for the ten-millionth time. It was starting to hurt too much to play guitar, so I had to put a stop to it.

Catholic church songs

I'm not a church-goer... at all. BUT, I love those Catholic church songs. They are so tragic and depressing. I remember the Vandals did a cover of "Here I Am Lord" which rocked my socks off. I have no idea why I'm talking about this. I would likely go to a Catholic church just to rock out to some organ music. That and because they spell the pronouns 'him' & 'he' with a capital letter.

From SEA to LA pt.3

Elliott Smith - Figure 8 wall in Silver Lake

From SEA to LA pt.2

Eva's b-day/house-warming party


Eva's dad Marty


Dan and Kale


Eva, Kate and Sarah

From SEA to LA pt.1

Nik and I got back from LA today. We had a great time with Eva and her friends. Here is the first of some of the photos:

L.A.

Nik and I are heading to LA tomorrow afternoon.

Until then...

I never liked the movie "Waking Life"

I have quite a few nightmares. They aren't usually very stressful because of how often I have them. I usually won't wake up stressed out, thinking something actually happened. Usually I will know that I'm dreaming when I'm having one. It makes me somewhat apathetic in my sleep. If someone is chasing me, I don't run that fast because I tell myself I will wake up when the bad part comes. I have always had lucid dreams, as well as my mom. She used to be chased by the same person in a repeated nightmare and someone asked her why she didn't ask them what they wanted. The next time she had the nightmare, she turned around and asked the person what they wanted and she never had the nightmare again. I never did find out what the person wanted... I'm not sure if she did either.

I don't typically talk about dreams, etc. because it irritates me. Whenever there is a dream sequence/flashback/fantasization in movies or books, I typically fast-forward. I think it's a cop-out from poor writers who can't think of anything else to add to the plot. But the other night I had a nightmare that I can't shake. I didn't know that I was dreaming when I woke up and I couldn't remember if it was real or not. It was a nightmare about work, which is even more unusual for me. I finally realized how dependant I am on working and how important having a job is. This may seem obvious, but up until now I have never had to worry about money. Not that I have always had an abundance, but I have always had a more accessible safety net. None of this is a complaint, just a reality that was long overdue.

New tattoo

I finally got my x-mas tattoo from Nik. She got me a gift certificate at Supergenius tattoo's. Ryan did my tattoo and he was really awesome. I am going to go back to him for my ctrl+alt+delete tattoo (on the other side of my color bone). Nik is going to go to him for her next tattoo too. Anyways, here is a picture.



P.S. and no, Pi has no significant meaning for me... I just like the symbol.

Gay Marriage Solution

Dear Christians & Republicans,

I have a plan. We don't have to negotiate on the gay marriage thing. In fact, I'm willing to drop the whole thing entirely. I mean, let's face it, marriage in terms of the law is sort of lame anyways. I won't feel the least bit slighted and you can forget we even asked for that civil liberty in the first place. You won't have to waste all of that time and money on elections and the wars that come along with your homophobia. You could even put those billions of dollars into a useful cause like universal healthcare or your children's education.

All of this will come to you under one condition: you give us a nice little tax break in exchange.

It doesn't have to be called a 'marriage' tax break, just a deduction for not being allowed to do the same things as other citizens of this country. I mean, why is it that we have to pay taxes in a country that doesn't give us the same rights as other citizens? So if you're allowed a deduction for breeding, or whatever it is that married couples do, then we should be allowed one for being queer. Let's face it, a tax deduction won't ruin the sanctity of marriage and now you can focus more on that pesky divorce rate.

Sincerely Yours,

Jen-

i don't have too many complaints.

i was just thinking about how i always think about when i grow up things will be like this or that. it just occurred to me that maybe i'm already grown up. maybe the way things will be is the same as the way things are now. it made me feel like im running out of time. like this is my christmas vacation during the school year and i know it will end soon. but the weird part is, this could likely last until i die. what's strange is that i dont think i would mind. i like the way things are right now. i dont even mind the debt and paying rent. it makes me feel a little more real. granted it sucks to be broke and not have any time to develop anything aside from work-related shit. but in the end, im living a great life. i get to live/party in a downtown, metro city, without having to do any strenuous labor to support myself.

Michigan, Work, Debt etc.

Nik and I got back from Michigan on Monday night. The trip went well and I would like to go back again soon to visit more. There were a ton of people we didn't have time to visit with, which is partially why we didn't let too many people know we were going to be there. My family is coming to Seattle to visit in June.

I started my new position this week. I really like what I'm doing now. I get to mess with Dreamweaver, Photoshop and also make decisions about the online community portion of our website. All of my coworkers are rad and I can't wait until we move to the new building. I like this position because I feel like it is challenging me and I'm learning a lot more about how dot com websites operate (e.g. PHP, MySQL, html, blah blah blah). I mean I don't know how to write code for PHP or MySQL but I think that just knowing how they operate within a website will give me the knowledge I need to learn the code.

In other news, I'm trying to commit to my New Year's resolution to get out of debt. I paid off one credit card and I cut up the rest so that I can't use them anymore. It will take us awhile, but eventually we will get there.

Right now, Nik is making me one of my favorite dinners of BBQ/mustard chicken pieces, spiral mac'n cheese and broccoli. MMMMMM!

More to come...

Orgasmic Cell Phone!

Add a customizable vibrator on Apple's new iPhone and I would probably never put it away. After a few weeks of somewhat disappointing experiences with Apple's products, they launched this beautiful piece of technology. It's kind of like if the U.S. were to coincidentally find Osama bin Laden right before the 2008 elections. Just as I was about to lose hope in Apple products, they release a thin, sleek little monster of a cell phone (and I don't get too excited about cell phones). This release, not to mention the new iTV, has caused a serious consumeritis flare up. Now I just need $499 and a 2 yr. Cingular contract to relieve this outbreak.


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