Rock City

I like this woman a lot.

Adult Hoods

Healthcare, it's as though you don't even want me to purchase you.

America the Loud

Why is it so taboo for girls to talk about masturbating? I mean even girls don't really talk to girls about masturbating.

Ahem, I mean ladies.

Cock Click Bang

Earlier this week the supreme court ruled that American's have the right to have a hand gun in their home on grounds of personal self defense.

I'm extremely liberal so I think that I'm supposed to be against NRA and all about strict gun laws but to be very honest I'm not all about any kinds of laws. I think I have to agree with the old adage, if they take the guns away from us then the only ones that will have them will be the crooks and the police. Since I've been converted to the camp that thinks cops are just as naughty as the bank robbers, well -- you can see how I think the supreme court may have gotten it right this time.

Of course it never works out that easy, as the city of Chicago is waiting out the change until a federal appeals court turns over Chicago's current handgun ban. Meanwhile DA Mary Georges is drafting strict ordinances to police the new ruling, including strict ownership requirements and even stricter penalties.

I'm excited to watch what this Supreme Court does in the next ten years especially since the inclusion of Elena Kagan.

Would I own a handgun in my home? Just like my stance on abortion, probably not for me, but then again that's just me, and I don't want to make decisions for others based on my lifestyle or ideals. If you own a handgun in your home for gosh sakes be careful if you own sexual reproduction organs, for gosh sakes be careful! It's all about education and personal responsibility.

Black Fly Don't Bother Me

I want to hike the AT trail next summer, who's with me?

No Big Deal

14th Baby. What up Italy?

Sleepover City

I had a really great week. Hello summer.

<3

Jaywalking is a Very Serious Crime

Seattle police apparently think it's okay to hit teenage girls. That'll learn them not to jaywalk. Ew. I probably would have been freaking out too.

In other news, goddamn I love my boyfriend.

One Week Down Seven to Go

Flash Flood Rain.

World Cup.

US v England, Montrose Park?

Sore and lonely cello fingers.

A book I just finished:

"They're all very clever if they want something. They just know the nature of things too well to be caught in that wanting."

"Where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them."

Go Weekend.

Schmiling

Life is weird. The notion of identity is very consuming. Will the answer, who am I?, ever be successfully answered? Or do I even want it to be? Because once you know, you're sort of stuck in it eh? I guess these thoughts are indicative of where I'm at in this weird time space continuum called life.

Today I feel like I'm in an identity Limbo, which is way less fun than the kind of limbo where you find out the age old question: How low can you go?

edit: I just noticed that my last two posts have skeletons in them, and that makes me feel good.