May 22nd, 2004: Needing validation for my existence, I got a LiveJournal so that people can comment on my posts. Go here and comment away.
May 20th, 2004: A conversation on fireworks, only copied because I want to share the final word of it with you:
Queen Katie Ett: Fireworks are not permitted at PromoWest Pavilion.
Queen Katie Ett: Good to know. Just in case.
osukolbe: yeah--holy crap, they already have fireworks displays at Target
Queen Katie Ett: Wait, but.
Queen Katie Ett: Fireworks are illegal in Ohio, right?
Queen Katie Ett: My family goes to great lengths to buy our fireworks in Florida.
Queen Katie Ett: There's a whole test of manhood on the 4th of July at my grandparents' house.
Queen Katie Ett: Those who are willing to risk their arms and face are the real men.
osukolbe: Sounds testosterawesome.
Also May 12th, 2004: I’m in love with a Columbus Metropolitan librarian named John. He's always smiling. He seems really defenseless, but I'll bet he's a wildcat in the sack. He only gets mildly annoyed when all 20 children in line to check out books have lost their library cards. And he’s charmed by the fact that I always have fines totaling somewhere in the neighbourhood of $7.
I’m charmed by the fact that he’s 30-something and has the beginnings of a mullet. A mullet bud, if you will.
May 12th, 2004: Growing up on a farm, all I ever wanted was to have the ice cream truck drive by my house. In every cartoon, in every movie, in children's book, it was taken for granted that everyone had access to the ice cream truck. And that's not to say that my mom didn't make the Greatest Homemade Ice Cream in the Entire World™, but there was just something about the idea of not having to wait three hours for it to set that really appealed to me.
I don't live on the farm anymore. I live a 20-minute walk from downtown Columbus, a 5-minute walk to the closest ice cream shop. And today, for the first time in 22 years, I saw an ice cream truck. I was walking home from class when I heard the most obnoxiously sweet music and saw college kids running from their dorms to the street. There it was, parked outside of one of OSU's workout facilities.
Ahh, the irony.
May 11th, 2004: This is why I'm friends with Todd:
Comix08: I'm confused.
Queen Katie Ett: I know.
Comix08: You know, I love those little supportive comments. You just come right out and agree with me. You're so sweet like that.
Queen Katie Ett: I'm such the 50's housewife.
Comix08: Definitely. Always ready with a hot meal and slippers when the man comes home, and ready to be slapped across the face for backsassin'.
Yep, he said backsassin'.
May 10th, 2004: There are only two places in the entire world, I’m convinced, where rain actually makes it seem 400° hotter. One of them is the rainforest of Brazil. The other is Columbus, Ohio.
Oh, and speaking of that, you know those trees that smell like a woman's unwashed genitalia? Well, I never thought that I could smell anything worse than a Dirty Vagina Tree™ on an 84° day. Until I smelled a Dirty Vagina Tree™ that had just been rained on on an 84° day.