I Will Now Only Post Pictures of Things.

Here's my very first Philly cheesesteak, ever. A beautiful gut bomb, it was. Yesss.

OK, That's It- I'm Done.

You know how people say "hate is a strong word"? I fuckin' hate that! I am no longer poor. I will never believe in ANY RELIGION (d'oh!), any government, or the goodness/trustworthiness of humans. We are all fucked. So are you. Later, y'all.

Being Poor and Alone.

I am poor and alone. It sucks. I am trying to enjoy and use my alone-ness to the best of my abilities. I am also still losing weight. Not chugging 4 to 6 pints of beer every night has helped. Not hanging out with beer-chugging drama queens has also helped. I am slowly being able to fit into clothing I could not fit into for the longest time. Yay. I am off tonight, and staying in. I have an appointment tomorrow, and I'm taking a bunch of garments to be mended. Wow. I also want to try and update this blog a little. It needs more widgets on it. More of that later.

Yep... Still a Feminist.

Ooooh, so scary. And, hey- if you aspire to be one (don't worry- you don't HAVE to "hate men"- but, you can hate assholes if you want to! Hee hee!), here are some sites to help you out! You're welcome.

Feminism 101: this seems to be a good site for beginnners...

Finally, a Feminism 101 Blog... although I like this one better for its comprehensive FAQ section.

I Blame the Patriarchy: This is for advanced blamers only!

Feministing: I read this one when I read all my other news sites.

There. Start with that.

Tourist-y Photo at Three Gorges Dam, Hey!

And, also...



Yeah- please, don't.

Finally, Some More Pictures From China.

Ocha Song, So Kawaii!

Some Awesome Animated Videos For You!

And, this one isn't animated, but it's still really, really cool.



...while you're at it, check out all my YouTube Favorites. I love YouTube. Yes.

A Dream and Then a Memory, In a Row

I had a dream last night that I got somehow teleported back to China with only what was in my wallet. It was like a sci-fi sort of Shanghai... there were crazy sky walks and things I had never seen before. I somehow managed to get (I know...) a train back to the U.S., and it was an inter dimensional train. Captain Jack Harkness was on board, and he kept trying to take care of me, since I seemed to have trouble standing up. When we got back to the States, I got a job offer in a green house that was inside a pedestrian bridge! It was so cool- the bridge was enclosed in plastic and it as filled with wonderful green plants of all kinds. There were banana and apricot trees, tomatoes, succulents... it was crazy. A nice ambient dub music played throughout the tunnel, and there were strings of diffferent colored LEDs illuminating random areas. The other guy that worked there was a friendly, chubby gay dude. We drank iced tea and tended the plants, and I loved my job.

Then, I woke up and was cleaning my desk off- it fills with all kinds of detritus: little pieces of paper with notes or references, receipts, business cards.... also, I found a straw; the kind that bends near the top. For some reason, that set off a memory I have about my mother.... I think she was pregnant with Anna, and she had to have a C-section. We went and visited her and she looked really weak and pale. I was sad to see her that way; i just wanted her to come home. I think I cried. Then, to make me feel better, she gave me her straw "as a souvenir". It made me feel better, but also made me even more sad. When we got home, I sat at our piano with the straw, and I was so scared that she was going to die- I got angry and tried to crush it. It was like I wanted to have revenge on her for being in the hospital by destroying the thing she gave me. I just sat at the piano with that crushed straw and cried. That is a very vivid memory for me- I remember the feelings of that night, and all it takes to bring it back up is a fucking straw.