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The Chatterbox is Thankful [25 Nov 2009|11:40am] [ mood | happy ] [ music | dead can dance at high volume ] My mom had a story about my nephew Michael. He is a hyper little guy and always has been too bright for his own good. He'll blurt out things to talk about and chatter chatter on about things the audience might not have any clue. She tried to shush him one time recently or asked why he just bursts out, and he said something along the lines of him needing to talk. The impulse was there and he just had to or he'd burst. I understand that, and am the same way. Being on vacation this week has been nice. I did go into the office yesterday morning, but for the most part i've been catching up on projects and domestics and working from home. But I need to talk- this would drive me insane. When i'm home with Fia for any reason, we talk each other's ear off.It could be argued that i don't actually "say" much of value, but i do chatter on- i need to. This week is Thanksgiving, and i have so much to be thankful for. I have a wonderful daughter who i love more and more daily, who challenges me and rewards me as i never expect. I have a handsome and brilliant husband who I grow to love more as well. I have good friends who I never see enough of, but who enrich my life and let me spice up theres. I have a cozy and lovely home in a good, safe neighborhood. I have reliable transportation, a decent but modest income which meets my needs (usually), and i have my health despite my constant self-neglect and abuse. I live in a mostly free society, am somewhat intelligent. I have a caring family and sweet pets. All these are blessings and I am thankful for every one. I'm also thankful for technology that allows me to express my need for chatter. It has let me connect with folks I should have been friends with for decades and those whose friendships became estranged. It lets me meet friends who through space and circumstance i'd never know of, all who touch and brighten my life......... or reinforce who I am and am not. hah. It lets me escape and illuminates reality. It opens up doors that i tend to shut out of fear or habit. I'm thankful to be alive and not just existing. Thank you friends and peering eyes, for being here on this journey. May your blessings be revealed and the future hold great fortune and prosperity, peace, love, and pie. 3 comments|post comment

Woe is me [12 Nov 2009|12:28pm] [ mood | appreciative ] I have been under such stress lately that i've been awkward and unpleasant. Last week's mayhem, the usual seasonal ick, and work madness I can't even begin to relay have all weighed on me and with the energy reserves i keep for Sophia, i've just felt really overwhelmed. I don't know if the crazy meds i take are helping or hurting my ability to cope with it, but i'm getting by. And i know a lot of people have it a lot worse, and it's not bad per se, it's just a good hearty sum. I've also ballooned up a bit from comfort eating and sloth. Actually given all that, i should be thankful i haven't had a stroke or heart attack or something. Some day i might not be so lucky, and i know i have to change things, but right now i'm just getting back to routines and trying not to let BS get to me. I can tell i've been obsessing, too, which is a sign of not coping well. It all has to just be endured and i'll embrace easier times harder, with good memory. So if i've been punchy or bitchy, or forgotten to reply or not given compassion or attention, I'm sorry. I never feel I really master living, i just tunnel or muddle through, looking up when i can remember to.   1 comment|post comment

awkward [06 Nov 2009|10:00pm] It's a Facebook world. I had a period of co-workers friending me. They found out that this quiet studious vixen is also a social critic and doesn't pander to any community. This might mean making fun of religious people or other protected classes. And now i'm defriended by, let's face it, people who are far lamer than I am who are extremely sensitive and obviously weak in their faith for being so offended when i'm rarely offensive. so what now? Do we avoid eye contact? How will i know about her bejeweled score!?? lol 10 comments|post comment

the state of me [02 Nov 2009|11:59am] [ mood | el producto ] [ music | The Pretenders ] Halloween was pretty nice, but Fia has a mysterious ailment making her whiny and unpleasant, so it wasn't spectacular. We had a nice breakfast out Saturday morning and plenty of good moments throughout the weekend. As for anything Halloweenie, we watched Horror Hotel and some of Carnival of Souls. Usually the tradition is Night of the Living Dead, but we didn't make it. And, being the charming person I am, we weren't invited to any parties or anything. So, it was what we made it. I made a great London Broil on Saturday for Samhain and J made fantastic bean soup last night. Fia is now 9 months old and I still have problems thinking of her first months. I have a lot of guilt to work through and remember that I though i don't believe it, I was doing the best I could. I just don't think i held her enough and let the stress and hormones get to me. I'm jealous of everyone who has a huge support network, but J and I haven't done horribly- she's a great person so far. She's just attached and has stranger anxiety and is stubborn. She has no desire to drink of a sippy cup or hold her bottle eventhough she's demonstrated she can. And she doesn't "crawl" in the traditional sense but loves to stand. I like her as well as love her. Last night she had a fever and couldn't sleep, so we kept her home today with pappa. She's also going in for a checkup so that's convenient. Could be a virus, or an infection, teething, who the heck knows? I'm just trying to bust arse and get everything i need to get done finished in case she gets sent home from daycare. Teaching 2 classes has become a bear and a lot of pressure, but i did procrastinate. Once i plow through their -papers and assign the next one and make their exam and a study guide (i know, i spoil them). I am having them read a book and do a review that is much too complicated for them, so I have to figure out how to do it on their level- outline the book maybe? It sounds awful to say 'dumb it down' and they're not dumb, but they have trouble reading their damned textbook. *sigh* and I'm doing Nano as therapy. I haven't written word 1 yet because i am an 11th hour gal. It's a participant critique of fandom, so this should be fun. I might make it into a Young Adult kind of read too- not sure yet. I like to awaken and give life to characters and let them tell me. And hey- maybe i can sell this and be a billionaire :) My job has been pissing me off lately with politics, attitudes, games, and misinformation - all the while being paid the same dreadful salary and given no respect or esteem. And i'm getting older. I'm taking off the whole week of Thanksgiving do i don't murder anyone. it's only polite of me. I take work too personally and make it part of my identity, and shouldn't.  I made extra payments on my debt and that felt good. I have one more year in credit counseling and will still have debt left over, so i need to make payments when I can. I've resolved to live frugally this year. We'll see if i can. Overspending and eating are my vices and i have poor impulse control. But I can change. We've also vowed to not have fast food and i forgot my lunch today so yay. :) So, kind of a lot going on i guess afterall. 2 comments|post comment

Helloween [26 Oct 2009|09:57am] [ mood | scary ] [ music | Clockhammer "Trial by Fire" ] The weekend required a lot of energy, and yet i don't feel like i accomplished much. Fia is fine- doing really well, even. She has a new tooth making it an even 4 and 4 and a runny nose, but was energetic and "crawling". She has taken her flu shot (2-parts) and we missed a clinic on the H1N1 and I might take her to the next one this week, but i'm hesitant. It's a bad flu, I know, but she doesn't have any underlying conditions, and how on earth am I going to keep her in a line for what might be 2 hours? Her Ped isn't giving the H1N1 shot, and I don't know if she overwhelmingly needs to get one- on one hand I think i have the privilege to make this decision and on the other, i would die if it was a horrible mistake.  Happy the Stillers won, but am angry at the Giants. WTF, GIANTS?? God, i hate Arizona. *sigh* The accounting department sent an email saying i didn't give them a receipt from September. So, I went looking for it, and there wasn't one where it should have been. I can either admit that I grossly neglected to retain and submit a receipt which I have to track down before the end of the week, or, I can say that a gremlin from accounting broke into my office, stole the receipt and is up to trickery. I think about all the shit i have to keep track of in my job and then how much i get paid and how low status it is and i could cry. But instead I journal on company time. SO THERE. The food in our house this weekend was epic. I made a fantastic quiche on Saturday, and then pimped-up brownies. Then yesterday I made Amy Sedaris' Chicken of the Taverns. Oh it was all one big delicioso. And I spent my own money for the first time in ages- i bought shoes and a few things for J, taking the tot for a trip to the mall and remembering how much i hate humanity. And they need to call Lane Bryant the "$50.00 store!" - blah. All i want are a few turtlenecks and a nice durable cardigan. And I lost my black cardigan- where the hell could i have put it?! I'm considering blood donation. I have never given blood, and will give the Red Cross money before my life-juice. But, post-Fia, I can't help feeling I need to give something for babies because i would want the same for mine. I know, it sounds like a "precious moment", but my attitude's changed. And I'm type A+, which isn't that common. Bring on the vampires.  Speaking of.. i'm worried about Priest, KU's movie. By the time it comes out, there will be some serious vampire fatigue. Wish i could have seen the Scream Awards, but probably happy I didn't - the Spike Man has poor taste.  But it's Halloween Week- YAY! I'll be handing out candy, and we still don't have a costume for Fia so i might just make one on the fly. She'll probably be having dinner and then sleeping anyway. And, we might not even have many kids since the overly sensitive religious nuts have activities at their churches instead of allowing kids to to "tricks or treats" properly. Oh well, more for us.    On the classes front, I had someone turn in an offensive paper on Same-Sex Marriage and i'm just tired of their inability to grasp what i'm trying to teach and unwillingness to read. No more Ms. Nice-teacher. I'll bring drop slips to class and allow for one last chance to jump ship. God i'm sick of people and i just don't have the patience to deal with ignorance. But yet, i need the money- will i ever stop saying that??  We watched Burial Ground this weekend, and J was curious about how I would review it. Well, I didn't think it was the worst film ever, but it was extremely formulaic and sick on inappropriate levels. A scientist unearths the dead, and no one can seem to remember that you have to knock their head off to kill them. There was no care put into this film, and no art. It was a film to take your future baby-mamma to. Here is the adult playing a child because the plot makes a gross turn and a child couldn't have done it: image from http://mymomthinksimfunny.com/ Sweet Dreams. 17 comments|post comment

Boo berry [19 Oct 2009|03:53pm] [ mood | boo diddly ] Much like a chunk of the nation, we're experiencing some early chill. Fact: If when it is cold you say "haw haw, looks like Al Gore was wrong about global warmin'" then you're an idiot. And probably the same idiot who thinks he literally stated he invented the internet. You're a twerp and need to die. Figuratively. Okay, so it's cold. And H1N1 is at the Daycare. It's like the Mask of the Red Death without Hazel Court being gorgeous and without someone wanting to commune with the devil. *Unless you count the pharmaceutical companies.*** The Flu is in full effect and we need to brace for it. I've neglected to get a shot for the normal flu since I never do get one, and I don't even think i'll be eligible for the H1N1. Epi and pan-demics like this bring out some kind of ancient fear even if we're not afflicted.. it's always "yet" - it's there.. moving in the grass. It will get us. *sigh* Why is no one taking the candy I have on my desk? Am I that creepy? Update: Leslie believes its because no one takes candy if they know they'll be seen... thus, i have moved it to a more anonymous place. I think I have a crush on the Mad Men character Paul Kinsey. Not the actor, who is cute and all, but for the pathetic, arrogant, pretentious and insecure character. Why, god, why? I have a mountain of papers to grade before Thursday and my procrastination is really going to bite my butt, isn't it. How about you- got anything? 5 comments|post comment

i hate people [16 Oct 2009|01:21pm] [ mood | argh ] You know what I hate? Bureaucratic dead ends. A professor needs a new computer so i'm told to just "put it on my card". Sure. First we need to get a quote from IT about what the approved models and packages are. But the go-to guy doesn't talk to mere admins- he responds only to faculty who forwards it to me. Then I spend 3 hours on Dell's site trying to peice together the Frankenstein they came up with and notice that i don't have the same discounts. I email the guy who won't talk to mere mortals and ask why. He responds that I need to talk to "my buyer" in purchasing. the fuck? I don't have a buyer- i'm the front line. I am supposed to just magically put this on my card. Well, he mentioned the buyer is in Purchasing. Purchasing is an out-dated department that helps with over 5K purchases and no one uses email, not remembers to tell people they receive anything , keeps lousy records and basically ignores everyone. What planet are you on? Spoke to professional mentor Connie and they have a buyer I can contact. I can breathe. I just hate being out of control and confused.  2 comments|post comment

A is for attitude. [13 Oct 2009|09:03am] [ mood | tiredly ] [ music | Love and Rockets ]  I don't have many roles in my life that require action, but the ones I do hold have a lot of responsibility. If I have an attitude problem, these can become burdens and seem unmanageable. With parenting, I find that if I think of her less as a whining monkey when she's a whining monkey and more like a small person who can't communicate otherwise, I'm able to help or soothe more, and it's less of a struggle. But if I'm yelling or whining back, we're just a ball of noise, aggravated and getting nowhere.  With the classes I'm teaching this semester, allowing myself to be manipulated or enabling them to squeak by creates more havoc and problems than mastery of the class and instruction. I have 80 students and since i'm part-time, I don't have a GA who can grade everything, so it's a lot of time I have to find, and then students exert more time and energy into getting out of assignments than doing them. But I have to remain the authority figure. And I can't take it personally that one class completely bombed the first exam to the point of absurdity. Yes, we had some set backs, but in the end, they had a book to read and class to attend and pay attention to. They have the responsibility to show up and work- i am a mommy but not *your* mommy.  The other day I think i mentioned that my car was looked into by someone who didn't take anything, though now i think my lunch bag was taken? Anyway- over the weekend the county Sheriff's office was in full force in the neighborhood catching speeders on the main road, and this was a happy thing. But, last night one raced down our street (a dead end) and then raced backwards and did a 3-point turn like he was in pursuit. This was around 9 I think, and it was dark. So, there's a pattern and now I'm a little paranoid. We have an element about, but to what extent? I'm locking my car and will probably store it in the garage, and we have safety lights but maybe should invest in more. Spooky- hopefully it's just hoodlums.  Other than that- no new tale to tell. Work is irritating, but what can you do? 3 comments|post comment

something to ponder this weekend [09 Oct 2009|04:26pm] [ mood | blah ] [ music | iron maiden ] Am I good at anything?  How can I be better at the things I'm not, and what should I just give up on?  1 comment|post comment

the element [08 Oct 2009|02:28pm] My car was disturbed last evening. I haven't spoken to J yet, so maybe he needed something, and I don't remember in detail how i left my car, but there were napkins from my door on my seat and my glove compartment was open. The weird thing is nothing was actually taken- the CD, cell phone adapter, etc. All there and i don't even think my pennies were dipped into. ODD. And this is a nice neighborhood- not posh, but respectable and low crime, but for a development several blocks over... and yet there might be an element about. time to start locking my car I guess. Creeps me out. The tot is being a handful. It's hard when it is just me. And David Warner was in a lot of crap! Holy cow. A lot of great ones too, but still.... and I know- never fault a working actor, unless it's p0rn or something. 4 comments|post comment

day off days [08 Oct 2009|11:12am] [ mood | quiettt ] [ music | Quiet ] Fia was sent home yesterday with a temperature as a precaution. She's not ill, but is teething and might have a mild virus but isn't leaking anything and is cheerful. But, she has to be cool headed for 24 hours, so being sent home always means 2 days. And, it's a law that it has to be when I'm giving exams and her pop can't take a day off. But it's a nice day today and we'll be able to get down to campus and a great GA has agreed to proctor the exam. I'm going to enjoy my time with her. With so many people sick next week we might not be so lucky. And i'll miss this baby even a few months from now. Motherhood has made me a damned sap. Hopefully we're getting a new bigger bed this weekend. Geez- first a dining room table, now a bed. Next we'll have matching plates or something. I wish morning show media would quit making so much out of the Letterman issue. They're as bad as the wacko Palin-ites from a few months ago. But, we still have "zoo crews" making fun of Clinton's messing about from over a decade ago, so we just have an infantile media culture and people buy into it, wasting energy on circuses rather than having meaningful lives. Then they're depressed and don't understand why. Oh yes, it's all chemical. My ass. Can't wait for Nano to start, but I don't want October to be fast- it should be savored like the trick or treat treasures which never are. Our local NBC station has a supplemental "my___" channel with an unintentiionally hilarious news program, but they air the "This" network, which shows really bad and obscure (cheap) films. It's refreshing. I've really become dissatisfied with so much. Everything's so cheap and sarcastic and superficial. Why do I expect so much more? I have to remember that the world is what I make it, not them. Fia shall be Petunia Pig for Halloween and I am Dusty Springfield. Who the hell are you? 4 comments|post comment

Things to remember [07 Oct 2009|08:55am] [ mood | functional ] [ music | Erasure ] I don't do anyone favors by enabling them. For me, it's usually a technique for avoiding conflict, and most evident when I teach. I'll spoon-feed to the point of absurdity and then finally say "enough" and then they suffer. It's cruel on my part to set other's expectations and then raise the bar. Sure, they should have been disciplined enough not to follow, but I had a stake in it. I've had an "Everything you know is wrong" moment while grading papers on the cultural response to 9/11 for the second year. The narrative that emerges from the collective memory of the 19-21 year olds I've read is oddly similar, and very white-washed, almost scripted. I'll have to work on this further, but it calls into suspicion the narratives of my own, and how we process events. Interesting stuff. I rarely, if ever, leave my phone somewhere, but I have. I'm pretty sure it is at home, but it could be at the library. Chasing it wouldn't be an issue, but with the flu going around, I need to know if Fia is ill, and i'm afraid to leave my office without it. Coincidences happen just like that. I am not a very responsible person anyway, but I usually know where my phone is. *sigh* I've been thinking about Feminism. I think a lot of folks do believe in the principles of feminism: 1) looking at previously male-centered research for women's roles and 2) promoting the equality of women in society in all respects 3) preventing biggotry toward other segments of the population in solidarity with minorities. But too often, the spokespeople who feel they are the voice of such thinking do or say things that do not represent the populace. Sites like Shakesville seem to choose more fashionable causes and have over-rationalized tangents, overlooking the inherent classism even within themselves and, for instance, insisting that Letterman was some kind of subordinate predator. We all have our pet "-isms" and can judge for ourselves how we participate in their discussion, but when you become an "-ist", too often the ideas within it are obscured by those who feel they're spokesfolk or apply a uniform or taste to it. Fashion can help a cause, but it can also be it's downfall.  Anyway, enough of that soap-boxing. I've been thinking a lot more about judgement. I've developed a pretty judgemental personality and while I think some of that is healthy, a good deal of it isn't. I need to work on that.  Also, I want to look into hypnotism for over-eating. Yeesh.  And, I'm wondering if I could save up for a trip to Portugal for Novel research and maybe by the time Fia is 2 she could stay with her grandparents in Charlotte, where I/we could fly out. I don't know, but life is getting shorter.  I spent time with friends both old and newer last week and it felt really good. Sharing time is fundamental and takes prioritizing, which makes everyone there feel special. I admit I have a deconstructing way of looking at things. It's a pity I can't go on for a PhD in Soc. I almost feel ready to, but the best local program is University of Pittsburgh, and they demand in-class lecture. We like Pittsburgh, but we also like having jobs and living in our house, even if the region is pretty crappy.  Nano is soon. Are you ready?  6 comments|post comment

things on my brain [01 Oct 2009|09:18am] [ mood | el producto ] [ music | Iron ferking Maiden ] Why do utility trucks park on our street, sometimes edging our yard, and just sit there, idleing for long stretches of time? Then some services have the gall to charge fuel fees, which was fine when fuel was $5/gal but there is no turning back. Why, in a world and country full of major critical issues, and during Homecoming week, is the lead story in the school paper about a "Man Church" in Arizona? Why is a circle jerk so important? Let it be a consensual adult suicide cult for all I care. And then we wonder why our students are completely vapid and clueless about current events. *sigh* The list is growing among idiotic "celebrities" who think Rape is cool. Is the pressure to be a pretentious apologist so great? Natalie Portman? Soderberg was heartbreaking.. but a lot of European names which makes me wonder if they understand the whole issue. Hey, i'm a gifted "artist" too and the only other reality where sensitive folk have different laws and rules is in your whacked-out social imaginations. And yes, i keep checking to see if my personal faves are on there but they're not because i have excellent taste. However, silence doesn't mean opposition, I realize that. And, this isn't a HUGE issue either- it's a circus. It's just sad to know that Rape is still considered casual and flexible, and our judicial system is mocked and evaded by privilege. Polanski should have booked a flight with Madoff to Kenneth Lay Island. Anyway- Happy October! This weekend is the WV Pumpkin Festival - Fia's First! She is an absolute doll and will probably have an excellent time. It's also the official start of Halloween season! Can you stand it?? I don't think I can!! An Fia loves to be scared- she's one of us! One of us!   It's also............... ROCKTOBER 3 comments|post comment

I think i'm a mother [30 Sep 2009|10:05am] [ mood | sentimental ] Fia was 8 months yesterday and I felt like a mother this morning. Our schedule goes this way: Pops wakes up at 6ish and gets her up for the morning bottle and a changing and they gab. She snuggles and chats with me while he showers (she also scratches!) Lately, she'll go back in the crib with toys while i'm showering. And if she's content, i'll go ahead and get dressed and come get her for her dressing. She gets excited when i rescue her and doesn't want to be dressed- she wants to play. It makes her angry and upset. I wrestle clothes onto the flailing agitated baby This morning, because it was cool, I further had to wrestle socks and shoes and a jacket onto the flailing angry baby who just wanted to cuddle, but time was ticking. I hate shoes. Eventhough it was a cool morning and crisp in the house, this exchange caused me to sweat and get irritated and I yelled at her. She looked shocked, and immediately I was sorry. I cuddled her and she seemed to get over it, but I was ashamed. Someone will say I'm "human" but i'd rather not be in that case. Driving to daycare, she had a crying fit again, and it was probably from having to wear footwear, a new concept.  I took her in and just sat with her, knowing i'd be late for work, and making sure she was fine. She had kicked off the shoes and a sock, but it was warm enough there to go without. I explained that she had a meltdown in the car and they said that was normal, but I didn't want it to be normal.  Then I left her there, on the rug, while the older kids ate their breakfast at the table and the little infants were in their cribs. She's the middle child at daycare, and watches people. She doesn't seem to be unhappy, but I always think she looks lonely- probably me projecting. And so despite all the drama and aggravation, I miss her now and wish we could spend the day together. I feel like a mother. 2 comments|post comment

Happy Banned Book Week! [28 Sep 2009|03:18pm] [ mood | reading ] [ music | Blur ] From fandom post comment

Someone's an elf [26 Sep 2009|10:30pm] [ mood | tiredly ] 1) ears 2) pointy feartures 3) eyebrows. Yep. Elf. post comment

You're welcome, Mississippi [25 Sep 2009|10:02am] [ mood | tired ] Location and origin is usually a calling card for people, an "in". "I am from the city of great creamy fountains and steamy vegetables". Well, eventhough the interwebs have allowed me to mingle elsewhere, a good portion of my life has been spent in the town known for a terrible plane crash that killed a football team in the 70's. Before that there was a flood. Recently, though, Time magazine or someone interpreted a study of health to determine that the city was the "fattest". Jamie Oliver, the cute and plucky British chef, is filming a reality show here because of that label. So, while our intellectual and creative class goes about trying to develop my town and state into some sort of cultural-enriched facade (a trickle-down approach to actually feed the kids who are malnourished?), and while our business class sucks the members of the industries that pay scant taxes and funnel the wealth elsewhere, and while the other classes either fill their days with work, church, or bargain-hunting until the lulling peace of television, food and happy pills, the nation will now be able to replace the idea that the town is a Phoenix rising from the great crash with fat people crying between product placements, fat shaming, and the pepper of stereotyping.  YAY!  I have no doubt that Jamie Oliver himself is a nice enough guy. Knowing what I do of English cuisine, I am confident that he knows what a poor diet looks like too. But it's a two-demensional approach and an excellent example of what's wrong with out culture. Oliver cannot comment on the socio-economic issues in the area that create obesity and malnourishment as a symptom. It's swept under the rug to sum up the choices and results as actions of simple ignorant folk who need cooking lessons, a nutritionist, and the products distributed by the sponsors. And there will be banjos, tears, and probably a lot of shots of country roads eventhough this is a city.  I'm not offended because I will not play the game enough to let it offend me. I'm a fat girl who can certainly purchase fresh produce, make a mean salad, and tell you the difference between wild lettuce and iceberg. I am not the majority nor the target audience but might be lumped into the population that Oliver is trying to convert and save. The thing that bugs me is that I know how superficial American thought is, especially regarding stereotyping. Leno may have a field day (and it'll be so biting and edgy!) and for years, the sound-byte, icon and sneer will be focused on how hilariously unhealthy and ignorant we are. I could hope that this is overacting, but I have no faith in American society or its ability to think beyond what they're fed- the wonderbread of media, the funnel cakes of entertainment, and the cotton candy of dogma. Oliver himself has said that the folks "aren't ignorant... they just haven't had had food from scratch in their life."  10 comments|post comment

blah even [24 Sep 2009|10:28am] [ mood | broke busted disgusted ] I need to seriously clean up my life. 2 comments|post comment

too true [23 Sep 2009|02:04pm]   Enough of the narcissism.  3 comments|post comment

Tuesday as new Monday [22 Sep 2009|09:08am] [ mood | huh? ] [ music | Nine Inch Friggin Nails ] It's 7:40am. The tot is dressed, everything is off, lunch and stuff is packed and ready to go out the door. Where is Misfitina? ( Follow me! ) 2 comments|post comment

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