Santa Fe, Are you there? It's me, Cowboy.

The title of this blog refers to my favorite movie musical, Newsies and also to the popular young adult novel, "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret, The Fucking Bitch That Will Not Shut The Fuck Up Because She is Totally On The Rag." Enough said about that, I daresay. I daresay.

How is everyone? Good, good. I've really been letting myself go, artistically. However, I hope to experience a renaissance of blogging in the weeks ahead. A Bloggaissance, you might say. Only you better not because I totally made that word up right now and am copywriting it, post-haste. I am all done with my classes for this fall quarter in the year of our lord 1066. The Normans also just invaded, so I've got that to deal with. Which is nice. Actually, I believe the year is 2006. But not for long suckers! What are your new year's revolutions? Mine are: Stand up to the man, number 9, and 33 per minute. Oh! And Viva Columbia! I have a lot to live up to. I've set the bar high this year.

What am I reading? What music am I listening to? What movies have I seen lately? I've decided that discussing these things in a public forum is a trivial use of my time and does not contribute to my goal of Self-Actualization.
(The Corrections, Moxy Fruvous, and The Corporation, as of today)

The only real news I have is that I am being haunted by the ghost of Robert Altman and he is a fucking piece of work, let me tell you.

Also, I really hope to complete my post about the trip I took a month ago but I've been too lazy and impatient go back and listen to my tapes and remember stuff. I think that the folks I know from Humboldt would really like to read more about it since I didn't even get to the part where I was actually in Arcata. I suck. Maybe this weekend.

Additionally, only a few more days until I go to visit my sister and a certain duo of fellows whose careers I have followed since my high school hey days. (Mr. Showalter and Mr. Black, specifically) I am absolutely convinced that Showalter and I will probably meet and he will be instantly smitten by my charms. Charmingly disarmed by the ARM, which are my initials. Mr. Black is married, or so I read. Whatever. He is a dirty cunt anyway. He is a sloppy wet pussy that I can fuck. Nothing like some good sloppy wet pizza. God, I hope at least somebody reading this knows that I am quoting the Stella Shorts and not just saying those things arbitrarily. But I also hope that some people don't and think that I am one crazy dirty mouthed little girl. I'll post the video so people will know. Because the people should know!!!