My cat looks like Taylor Hicks

Do any of you watch American Idol? If you do, you've probably noticed that if my cat were a person he would be Taylor Hicks. They look exactly alike. See for yourself:



He runs and hides under my and Gary's bed after he's done singing.

In honor of the BDs

With all this talk of Bull Dykes, I decided to do a little research on the topic. Here's what I found.


Bull Dykes are everywhere and they travel in big gross packs.



Bull Dykes aren't very smart.



Sometimes Bull Dykes hang out with mongoloids.



Even dinosaurs were Bull Dykes!





This is the Bull Dyke that tried to make out with Tommy.





Bull Dykes like other things besides munching bush.





There are beautiful Bull Dykes.





This is the reason Bull Dykes exist.



This completes the history lesson on Bull Dykes.

Love,
Steph BD

Dopple me this

Yao Ming! Gary's hanging out with the Olsens!


Since when is Voss in a band with some cute guy and my dad from the 70s? No, actually I think that guy on the left might be George Dizikes.


Hubba hubba. Here's Kelly's dopple.


Then there's my dopple.

My iPod runs my life

I love my iPod. I'd wear a dental dam for it (but that's only because it needs an XXX large condom, and you can only buy these in Paraguay or off of Chuck Norris' web site). But I’ve noticed lately how much it affects almost every aspect of my life. I listen to it whenever I walk, ride the train, drive, etc. It saves me from hobos or latchkeys asking me for directions, a light, a quarter, a BJ, and so on. I’ll see people’s mouths moving, but I just give them the old shrug-I-can’t-hear-you look. When I listen to it in transit, it affects my mood and my pace. I walk quicker when I’m listening to an upbeat song, I look for sk8er boi’s when “Complicated” comes on, I cry when my Holocaust songs come on. Last night, I was walking home from the train and listening to trusty old Alkaline Trio when I realized I would probably punch someone if they bothered me. I seriously go from the “I’m such a hard ass” mentality to “The world is such a cruel place so I’ll put my head down” depression in less than 5 seconds, all depending on my iPod’s picks. But my iPod is the one thing that I make sure to grab before walking out the door. When leaving for work, class, to go study, etc., I’ve forgotten my wallet, my cell phone, my books, a tampon (for my nose), my pants…but my iPod is the most important component to remember. I forgot my iPod last week when I was going to work, and I felt such remorse that I almost cried. I had to sit on the train for a total of 3 hours WITHOUT my iPod. I actually had to hear people on the train…their terrible conversations, their sniffles, their weird bodily noises that just make you think of Uncle Leo’s gross body. It was terrible. Even worse than the time I sat through an entire episode of “That’s so Raven” with a vodka-soaked tampon up my butt. My iPod even dictates what I want for Christmas and my birthday. Gotta have the accessories…my iHome, new headphones, iPod case. And iTunes (iPod’s closest affiliate)…don’t EVEN get me started on iTunes. It distracts me from studying about 8 times a day, and sometimes even during class. And it’s such a good friend that it recommends songs that it thinks I would like. Oh, iTunes…what a good recommendation! I want to french you! And those free downloads…I don’t care what it is, give it to me. I worry about my iPod; I would fight for it if I ever got robbed. I’d give a robber my hymen before I’d hand over my iPod. Sometimes I dress my iPod up in a tux, cuff links and all. I once built an entire house for my iPod, but then gave it to the squirrel that lived on my balcony. Lately I’ve been wondering if I should have recommended to Bush that my iPod would have made a good Supreme Court Justice. What I’m trying to tell you is that, in the future, please direct all correspondence to my iPod because I bought it a cell phone and we’re now on a family share plan. And I dumped JP because I needed more time with my iPod. I mean, every thug need a lady.

So, does anyone want to do something with me, JP, and my iPod for the Super Bowl?