but that's the ladies' room...

So because I had such a great, vaguely technology-free weekend, I couldn't keep up with the blog. But let's be serious...I'm pretty sure no one reads this but me...I ended up going camping this weekend. Just for Friday night and most of the gorgeous, yet sunburnt day that was Saturday. It was me and a bunch of queers (mostly girls leaning towards the Sapphic end of the spectrum). It was great-I brought this Jiffy Pop that my mom (the ex-girl scout)told me to get. If you've seen the opening scene of the first SCREAM, then you know what I'm talking about. There's something fun about watching a thing that looks like an alien pod grow in front of your eyes. And it's even more fun when you open it to discover that there aren't baby aliens, but instead, a huge quantity of obscenely buttery popcorn.









Ollie and Kingsley

Lez camp...plus a hot dog and a gay




So I really need to take a nice long bicycle ride this weekend...and seeing as how it's supposed to be in the...drumroll...mid EIGHTIES in Baltimore, I'm sure it will happen. I've been having some problems with my tires lately, or should I say, my pump. I bought the cheapest one I could find back in September (after my ex-girlfriend reclaimed hers) and it has given me nothing but hard times. It loves to just suck the air from my tires instead of filling them UP with air. So after a heated argument, during which I thought sticking gum in the mtn bike valve was a solution to the problem, I broke it. Now all I have is a little hand pump, which I can't really use despite my hulking biceps' strength. Bottom line, I haven't had full air in my tires since...for a while. I really need to break down and go to the shop.

I'm going to Six Flags this weekend. It should be sweet. I really do love roller coasters. Especially ones like this...when you're riding laying down on the tracks...and flying head first down the slope...booyah.