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Amanda and Bitch Ph.D. and Media Girl, on PP as well. Glad I decided to write about this one; sometimes going real personal can bring it home.

Well, Kirstie Alley’s Fat Actress is gonna be out soon; not that I’m going to see it, cause I don’t watch tv, but I’ve been interested in the tabloid interest in her and the show.. mainly because she’s 5’8 and considered an obese balloon at her highest weight of…. drumroll…. 203 lbs. Um. 203 lbs

Because we don’t talk about our uteruses enough. I hadn’t been in for my yearly exam in about three years, when I had to get a clean bill of health in order to get a student visa for South Africa, and it was About That Time again. I chose to go to my old friend

Working on getting my shit together. Feeling incredibly slothful. I’ve pretty much reached the breaking point with the traveling stuff – I haven’t done a bit of cardio work at all this week, and only a couple days of weights. It’s tragic. And I can feel it. The writing’s gone by the wayside, and about

Of course, all the strength in the world won’t help you a wit if… you forget the Ikea box with the actual bed slats in it. Yes, I have three academic degrees. Fucking shit. Guess who’s sleeping on the floor tonight? Brilliant.

For all my talk about women’s strength being so incredibly important for self-defence and self-confidence, I haven’t talked much about the actual practicality of strength, and how great it is to be able to take care of yourself as far as everyday shit goes. Maybe this has something to do with self-confidence, too. Jenn and

How the hell Jenn and I fit a queen-sized bed into the back of her car. Gotta love Ikea. More later; women in sports, the annual pilgrimage to Planned Parenthood, & regular bitching.

Blog will be down for the rest of the week while I work through some stuff, do some housekeeping, get my shit together, etc. I need a break from all things computer-related for awhile.

Women beating each other up. Blood and spit. Female aggression sold as objectification of women. In fact, women should just go back to being card girls only: holding up those “Round One” signs. At least then there’s nobody freaking out about their place. What do the women have to say about it? Well, nobody’s asking,

The only problem with trying to sneak in extra time with Brendan while in NJ/NY is that I spend the rest of the next day utterly sleep-deprived. Not that is wasn’t worth it, mind you. I’m just not exactly functioning on a high level today. Must go drink more coffee…