news to me: after achieving true bballa status, you possess the ability of creating 3 extra hours a day that no one else will ever know about.

for you folks uneducated on bballas, it is pronounced similar to baller, only like you're stuttering. or the remix version.

also news to me: last night was safari night! i went to holiday inn to jump mike's car. i saw a possum ((number four since i moved here)) AND AN ARMADILLA! ((yes, armadillA)) first one since i moved here. dead or alive. i was excited. i may have danced a little. if he wouldn't have ran, i would have caught him and picked him up. mike said that was a bad idea. i'm glad he ran as i have not included rabies shots in this weeks budget.

blue october is the musical choice of bballas.

thanks to kyle's wonderful photography skills, mengtar = basically adorable.

back when i was a daisy in girlscouts ((fuck you)) we did a small group project where we had to draw pictures of what we thought things would look in one hundred years. i had the best drawing ((obviously)) because i had a space limo and blue anime hair ((turns out the hair was only 10 years down the road. who'd have thought?)) and katie gallatin was too smart for her own good and drew people in horse-drawn carriages because we were going to run out of non-renewable resources and eventually regress into ancient times with czars and swordbattles and shit. most pesimistic 6 year-old ever. what a downer.