Pre-Conception, My Ass

All right. I don't know what your thoughts are on abortion or birth control. If you are against either, you may not want to read the rest of what I have to say.

I just read an article in the Washington Post called "Forever Pregnant." Here's the link: click here.

Anyway, I'm am sick and tired of politicians trying to put their hands on my body. One: it's none of your business who I'm sleeping with and in what matter. Two: Sex is natural. Three: If you really want to advocate something, make sure you're acknowledging the first two factors.

Seriously, to tell me I shouldn't drink or smoke or do anything that would potentiallly harm a baby I'm not planning on having is none of your business. I am not particularly for abortion...I mean, I'm pro-choice but I can't say whether or not I'd have one. But I do think it's my decision. And look, if I'm about to have a baby that I didn't plan for, you are damn right that it is up to me if I want to have one. If I don't, and I choose to drink and smoke and lead an unhealthy lifestyle, well, then that's my choice as an American. For the record, 1) I use protection. 2) It's still my legal right to have an abortion. 3) As a free, 21-year-old, American, it's my fucking right to drink and smoke, and whether or not I'm of birthing age isn't your concern.

Don't tell me how to live my life because, if, and when, I accidentally get pregnant, I'll deal with it. And frankly, if I'm not ready to have one, whether I'm a sober, non-smoking individual won't matter. If I want to have one, I'll have one. If I don't want to have one, as stated before, I'm still allowed to do so. And that, I will defend.

And again, for the record, I'm mostly for pro-choice people, because if you force me to have a child now when I'm not ready I'll probably unintentionally neglect it and I'll probably have to use your hard earned tax dollars (i.e. welfare) to pay for the son of a bitch anyway. Don't force me to have a kid I don't want. That's why abortion should be legal (and it's also why there's protection for people to use it). I am so, so sick of people telling me that abortion should be illegal. If I'm going to neglect the kid and I don't have the income to go through childbirth (when I'm going to give it up for adoption), then don't tell me I can't have an abortion.

And don't give me that bullshit line about how if I don't want to have kids, then I shouldn't have sex, because sex/hormones/attraction are natural and biological. Even if you don't think that science is right, there is some god-damn basis in fact. And it's only normal that teenagers and pubescent people want to get laid. It's in fact natural, so don't tell me to abstain either.

I'm careful but mistakes happen, and even if they don't I don't have to spend my whole life planning for one. Furthermore, if I do, it's called insurance and it should god-damn well cover my birth control so that I can prevent any and all of the above from happening.

Bottoms up and take a drag for me!

A Teaser

So, I'm finally getting around to giving up the goods. Now that my second week has begun without any exciting news to report, I can finally get to all that stuff that was exciting.

As you might (or might not) have known, my very own Pookie visited me in Dickinson, ND during the last weekend of April. In that time, she wanted to see what the state had to offer. I am happy to report that I kept her busy for 3.5 days. Yeah!

Pookie came in on Thursday night. She started her trek in LA; stopped in Utah (and saw the best thing that the state has to offer: Nate); stopped in the City of Rocks and spent a little bit of time in Idaho (and got the best thing that the state has to offer: free taters for out-of-staters).

Thursday night, we just went to the Maverick and played naked photo hunt. Lest anyone think we're perverted, there's just something funnier about finding differences between photos when said photos feature scantily clad (and yet still poorly dressed) people.

On Friday, I had to work so Pookie ran around the city of Dickinson for 4 hours. Plus, she stopped in at work. It was actually pretty cool that she did because there was a guy working in the back on the presses and he took the time to show us how the ink gets on the page and told us how fast it could go, etc. It was all stuff that as an employee I should have known and yet didn't. And, the guy in the back should perhaps consider getting a job as a curator; he told a good story and made it interesting.

Then, Friday night, she got the great pleasure of pitchers of Long Island Iced Teas. Oh yeah, and she got to meet my co-workers. Fortunately, I think she liked them, and they liked her. We drunk dialed Greggers which was absolutely fantastic because he was about as drunk as he'd ever been. The best part was the next day when I had no less than five voicemails from him regarding everything from missing us to how much the Yankees in fact suck.

So, then, that was Friday night. We came back in time to watch Family Guy on TBS's Too Funny To Sleep (most of the time, and in fact this night, I fall asleep while watching it, which is ironic, right?).

Saturday, because I was a safe driver, I felt fine. Although I think Pookie may have enjoyed too many pitchers (I think everyone needs to have a good time but I did feel bad that she didn't get a chance to run that morning). But to cure any hangover the best remedy is a greasy breakfast, so we made eggs, toast and bacon. Yay!

If you can't tell by the pictures following my Pookie story, the rest of Saturday afternoon was spent on the Enchanted Highway. I have to admit I thought it would be pretty cheesy, but it was actually kind of nice. It was also just great to have a relaxing drive with Aimee J. She's my hero. I obviously had a lot more pictures from the day, but my stupid Blogger (I mean, Blogger is awesome...please don't take away my account) won't let me add more than five.

So, we very much enjoyed ourselves. Then, while we stopped to take some photos at the end of our trip, we were greeted by Mr. Gary Greff himself, the gentleman who designed all the pieces of work on the Enchanted Highway. He opened up his tchotchke shop for us and we got ourselves some souvenirs. He did not have ice cream, but he did tell us where we could get some. Plus, he let us take a picture with him too. All in all, it was a magnificent afternoon.

After we left the Enchanted Highway, we headed east to Bismarck. Along the way we saw many, many very small towns. One was called Flasher. Needless to say, Pookie and I took pictures and spent most of our time discussing how every woman in flasher must walk around topless all day (yes, at 24 and 25 we are that mature). We came up through Mandan, and saw very unappealing parts of the city. And then we made it to Bismarck.

We went to two shops and then the bookstore and finally to our intended destination: Space Aliens. Again, it was much better than expected. Again, we played naked photo hunt.

This time the events were as cheesy as expected but it was still pretty fun. We got suckered in to watching the NFL draft. I'm still pretty upset at how late Matt Leinart got drafted. There were too many scary tykes running around to allow me to play Skee-Ball. There needs to be a grown-up place (read: bar) that has Skee-Ball and Pinball Machines and that game where you bonk gofers on the head. Anyway, we took the highway back after that, and spent a relatively short time in the capital despite a long drive in getting there.

Saturday night we were already a little pooped and knew that we had a big day ahead of us on Sunday, so we did a nice quiet night at The Rock, where the bartender was hot and pretty nice. I got bunches of pretty girly shots and drank Leinenkugel. All in all another great day.

Sunday was quite magical too but in an entirely different way and that, my friends, is a story for another time. Unfortunately, there will probably be only five pictures to accompany that too.

Forbidden Love and Wine

I know I said I'd be back soon to share with everyone my life in photos of the past couple of weeks. Instead, I'm wasting time cooking and working and painting and sleeping. But today I did something really productive. I downloaded the Forbidden Love EP. Man, nothing takes me back to sophomore year of college quite like listening to the acoustic version of "405." Thanks to Nate for reminding me of what I was missing in my life.

My So-Called Life

Look, I know. I know I totally need to offer a new post.

But , I don't have time now.

My last two weeks have consisted of a visit from Pookie and a visit to see Nate graduate. I have had time to do little else than keep up with work and cleaning in the between time.

So, over the course of the next couple of days look for photo heavy posts about Pookie and Nate and our adventures.

And, my last comment is that anyone who is anonymous could potentially still post but now it has to be approved by me. This happened because I do not like getting offers to buy porn or watch a video of two hot chicks getting it on. Plus, I like to get on power trips every now and then and I like to be a controlling psycho path. Okay, just kidding on the last part.

Anyway, I'm in the middle of doing something to help Nate find a job, listening to music, typing this blog, getting ready to eat dinner and brushing my teeth, so I'm off until later.