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i posted last night because i didn’t think i’d get to write anything again anytime soon. but i changed my mind and am going to write all the time forever, starting now.

so, Internet, where did we leave off. ah, yes. i was going to bed, except instead of going to bed, tracey and i decided our IM conversation would make more sense on the phone, and our 5-minute-we-promise call turned into a 55-minute one. and then I had some trouble sleeping because i started to reflect on things that frustrate me, which was a bad play. luckily though, i can pretty much sleep on command if i’m disciplined enough to clear my brain and just do it (thanks, rowing!) so i decided to do that and all was fine.

i slept for a couple glorious minutes before the boys showed up, who by the way are looking fantastic. they got the quick tour of my apartment, which pete called “cute” and “cozy”, while also noting that he loves “how the doors could not possibly be less ADA compliant.” they came bearing gifts from various (wonderful!) people, which we decided to put off opening because they were very tired and I didn’t want to piss off the neighbor below me by pacing around the creaky floors. i did, however, receive a vintage soda bottle from pete, which housed a single perfect flower that he hauled all the way from a ypsi shop called The Enchanted Florist. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is single.

Chris threw a snowball at me in the kitchen, and it was the most wondrous pwning i ever got. I was sad that it busted apart but was assured by the boys that there’s plenty more “polish ice” in the cooler. and then we decided to go back to bed because it was 6:30 in the freaking morning.

i woke up about an hour later and managed to muster enough energy to reach for a diet rockstar, thereby not sabotaging this morning like i have the last three. sometimes i feel like diet rockstar is an essential part of my body’s cellular respiration. taurine, sodium citrate, benzoic acid, l-caritine…that’s what this little girl is made of.

speaking of little girls, ho-ly crap tangent time. last night at dinner i saw the two worst parents evar, and I could write a whole post about why they were terrible, but you should probably just take my word for it because i don’t want to get pissed off all over again and it’s not that interesting. I just want to note that they named their baby girl Meadow. Lame Sopranos copycat observations aside, don’t you want your daughter to be a badass? Can you be a force to be reckoned with if your name is meadow? It sort of makes me want to raise an army of daughters with names like, i don’t know, Battleaxe. Battleaxe McKee. so many kids get names that will haunt them for their whole lives (and obviously a lot worse than meadow—ask my social worker mother). it makes me really sad. i’ve never wished i had a crazier name, but i have dropped the Katherine in Mary Katherine when introducing myself to new people, because my name doesn’t really need to be any more ethnic and I prefer it to say as little about who I am as possible.

I’m pretty rabidly against the government restricting what people can do with their lives, but i sort of feel like if you’re going to support legislation to protect children from their parents’ kooky religious beliefs that might endanger them somehow, you should also support legislation to keep parents from giving their kids names that will, to a large extent, dictate how people perceive/treat them. It’s so much harder to think of the right to name your kid whatever as an essential personal liberty than a form of child abuse. And I mean, they do it in Germany. (Godwin’s law gogogo.)

Anyway. David just said something important online:

this might sum both of us up perfectly. whatever; we all have our passions. i am unrepentant. let’s kick it!

ok i should get to work. I’ll probably write again soon.