stormy weather

Ya know ... when I said I wanted a 'rita -- I should have been more specific. Cuz now we got this Rita bitch floatin' around the Gulf of Mexico with a fancy eye on Houston.

I'm leaving to go somewhere north with my mother and a few members of my extended family. Looks like we're going to Oklahomo, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain. And ya know, the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet ... yah, yah. I know. I'll stop -- I'm not THAT gay.

Anyway, as of this posting (10pm, Tuesday, Sept. 20, 2005), I am very much alive and have all my possessions about me, some which are about to packed and loaded into my car.

I worry about my friends here. I know everyone for the most part is leaving ... but I still worry. I would be devastated if something happened. So, friends -- if you read this -- I expect you to text message me to let me know you're ok, please.

PLEASE.

Or I'll so kick your ass when we get back.