If you haven't yet read this, please prepare to be completely flabbergasted. Travis Frey is on trial for kidnapping his wife and abusing her, and has separate child pornography charges against him. A real winner, right? Find out just what a great guy he is by reading his Contract of Wifely Expectations. (Warning: the material is quite explicit.) It terrifies me to know there are misogynists like this creep just walking around out there.

I've been ridiculously busy the last week or so. Today is no different. There will be things soon. But I do need to tell y'all about Grass Seeks Sun, which is a new musical project my boyfriend is playing with. They are a bit alternative/math-rock/experimental. Check out their MySpace page and listen to the song "Robin Hood Republic." I think it absolutely kicks ass.

Scandalous pictures from Leland's Pimps and Hos birthday party in scrapbook. Enjoy.

So yesterday was an awesome day, as my pictures can attest. Then I came home to find a note on my door making residents of my building aware of "several complaints" of noise that have been made, which said that we should refrain from doing things that I think are really reasonable, like washing clothes and mounting the stairs (it said "loudly") after 10 p.m. I don't expect other people to understand that my schedule is very very different from most people's, but if people have a problem sleeping or whatever while someone does a load of laundry in another apartment or walks up the stairs in boots, then they need to be reminded that that's just part of living in an apartment building. I have a right to do my laundry, I think, or walk up to my apartment without first donning slippers, anytime I please. But the notice reminded us to "be aware of others' schedules" and whatnot. Okay. I'll try to keep it down and be aware of those schedules.

Again, here, I don't expect people to know that my 9:30 a.m. is like 5:30 a.m. for most people, I really don't. I have a weird schedule. But I do expect to be notified if a strange man will be entering my apartment and might encounter me, asleep, in my bed, in a state of undress at ANY TIME. I was fast asleep when, apparently, a man handling pest control came into the apartment and woke me, scaring the fucking shit out of me, and embarrassing me to boot. I am fairly certain that he got a real nice crotch shot of me as I was laying there spread eagle on the bed. Even if I had not been there, I need to know if someone will be entering my apartment. I have lived in apartments for five years and never had management who didn't let me know when anyone would be entering my apartment, for any reason. He could very easily do whatever the fuck he pleases while he is there, considering he has a key to every apartment, and for all I know, he's in there rubbing himself with my panties when I'm not home or installing a camera in my bathroom ventilation fan. I'm not trying to be crude, but as a woman, you worry about these things. At any rate, he now knows me a lot more intimately than many of my closest friends. 

So thanks a lot, apartment management staff. It's really easy for me to be considerate of those neighbors with the supersonic hearing when I'm getting awakened unexpectedly by strange men. You earn a very well-deserved FUCK YOU. 

What a beautiful day! Conrad and I went out to Greene County for a nice drive and a visit to the Iron Horse. I'd never actually touched it, and walking up to it for the first time, I felt a little creeped out, and reverant, in a way. It's such an icon here. We had a great time and took some fun pictures and saw a creature that may have been a beluga whale with legs or a huge white pig with the head of a dog. BOLO. Here are some of the pictures. To see them all, look at the Ferroequinology album in my scrapbook.